Mark Bratlie


A Falling Leaf


Today a leaf came down to greet me
Falling gently on a breeze
With intentions to remind me
Of the things I must release

Nature teaches of life's cycles
When to cling and when to fall
There is a time for every season
And solace if we hear the call

But letting go is not so easy
We may need more than just a breeze
Graceful falling takes some practice
And a lesson from the trees

This human mind is often yearning
For some past or future day
But opening to present stillness
Allows a more fulfilling way

We cannot control our seasons
And grasping only brings more grief
Let us settle in the moment
Like the falling of a leaf

Submitted: Sunday, November 25, 2012
Edited: Monday, February 25, 2013

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