The leaves call out to me

Rustling in the trees

Falling down and dancing at the soles of my feet

They whisper for me to come and see, 

To let my hair blow in the breeze,

To unleash the inner child in me,

To let my soul run wild and free 

The leaves teach me to let go,

To fall freely into the unknown 

Mossy green or dusty orange,

Golden yellow or bright red,

The leaves are made beautiful in their own time,

Wherever they are led