Fall
As I watch the leaves
with the weather
change
I realize something;
They are not afraid
Metamorphosis from their comfortable green
toward odd orange,
then beautiful brown,
They are well done
And all of this coming only after
a job well done
Fulfilling their purpose
they with glee give in to what must be
Their fall
A plunge from the mighty height
of individualism
to the depths of collectivism
The distance, for them,
makes no difference
They need each other in ways
that cannot be met
while attached to their native, and often separate, branches
Needs that demand
a willful dying of self
They see and know
what we miss each time this season comes around
That is
that the greatest growth comes
not in the maturation of the seed,
Rather,
it comes in its faith in its Creator
and in one another
to look at its height
and fall
to new life
