Move Poem by Timothy Branch

Slight winds cause idle leaves to leave friends.
Hurriedly moving from one place to rarely see the same place again.
Man is much more fortunate is he.
Things and circumstances come to move men like leaves.
But there is hope of the chance to return as long as a man lives to see the next day.
At times we wish we could scurry or whisk away like leaves to places where we've made unforgettable memories.
Thankfully unlike leaves we can return to the exact place from which we left in haste.
Appreciate the time and space when you can return to and never leave that place again.