Leaves

As the leaves fall all around me,
Spinning and fluttering

Destined to touch the earth,
But denying the inevitability until the end

Something so simple,
Yet extraordinarily hard to comprehend

I bask in the ideals of reality,
Sunlight feeding my dark seedlings

But despite the growing cynicism,
There is always room to float among the simplistic

Even for a moment,
Fulfill the child in me

And throw the leaves above my head,
Watch them twist and weave...

Making their way back down
Inevitably.