once you are high

The rain fall

The wind blow

The beating on the leaves

Swaying then let go

The soft whisper

The dead leaves on the ground

Withered turning brown

Lifeless slowly composing its own

The wind just blow it away

The rolling dead leaves fly

Waving it once more in the air

As the rain beating it down

The new detached leaves

Swinging along with the wind

The final wave knowing its fate

On the heap on the ground

Once you are high

Don't forget your root

You surely have to come down

When the season changes