I watched a maple leaf’s descent to ground. <br />It’s downward swaying motion, every now <br />And then a pirouette without a sound <br />Until it came to rest so gently down. <br />I asked myself: A life so brief and yet <br />So beautiful, is life to be defined <br />By lasting time and taken for granted? <br />To go around in circles disinclined <br />To find profundity-Sad existence! <br />Ah! But the leaf, its purpose foreordained: <br />To live a measured life, a subsistence <br />Profound in many ways and unrestrained. <br />To waste a lengthy life, so incomplete <br />I’d sooner live my life a maple leaf.<br /><br />Albert Ahearn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maple-leaf-3/
