Gently withered
Hoping for release
The yellow leaves
Of the autumn tree

Falling away
From the clutch of its branches
Fading dimly
Into the ground

Decomposing on the soil
Devoid of essence
Looking up
To that solid oak

Seeking for the unknown
They chose to pass a journey
Finally absorbing the winds
They ended colorless and wrinkled

We are all autumn leaves
Gone before the winter
And while we fall
Endlessly struggling against the forces that shift our
direction
We forget where we came from

And when we hit that end
Battle-weary and cold
We remember to look up
And regret