I fall

The clouds belong in the sky.

The grass belongs on the ground.

The leaves belong on the trees

until gravity pulls them down.

In the fall the leaves belong on the ground,

they help the soil keep their beloved trees around.

I wonder if they know this as they flutter themselves around.

I wonder if they see their fall as a failure once they’ve hit the ground.

I hope that they realize that no matter where they fall,

they’ll always land where they belong.