make the best of time

The leaves skittering

Along the ground of rain soaked field

The images of the falling leaves

The reflections what could have been

Once the leaves high and mighty

Hanging up on the branches of trees

The thought of the supreme breed

In the air wrestling with the wind

The days take its toll

The constant challenge by the ringing wind

Slowly the gripped losing its clout

The leaves lose its hold finally swinging down

The reflections on the pool of water

The leaves finally realize its own fate

Nothing is permanent in this world

This is the learning curve of good and bad

The leaves skittering

On the ground of dry and wet

The barely sign of life

It is once a mighty one in the air