Falling Leaves

[vishaksagar]

Falling leaves that ride the breeze

Your colors are a joy to see.

Gusts carry you sadly

As you glide gladly

From places used to be.   -   Would From where you used to be sound better?

Falling leaves that ride the breeze

To where do you go

When gone from the tree?

Heaven or rot? Eden or not?

Seems no matter, you softly agree.

Falling leaves that ride the breeze

Your final flight enlightens me.

Colors you show

Patterns you grow

Shine in times of dark sorrow. - Forced rhyming

Falling leaves that ride the breeze

The hues have spoken sweet things to me.

That beauty arises in many disguises

Such are the lessons

I've learned from thee.

Falling leaves that ride the breeze

Teach green leaves

To leave the trees.

Teach our race to fall

With Your Grace and ease.

***Tried to put this in here without the "you, your, me, us" pronouns due to someone saying I need to eliminate as many pronouns as possible, but it just didn't feel right. - I like it better when the pronoun fits its place.