The leaves, falling, do they know their fate? Drifting, like we do, ever downward through the air of time till leaf alights beneath it's spirit tree? Some fall by simple route, no air resistance please and drop quickly due to gravity relieved of complex sympathy. While others fall, but hardly so, gliding over valley deep, swaying high in the very music of a canyon filtered suite. And others try and try to glide but tumble helpless anyway until finally a splash occurs, in gurgling stream below and swirling now are carried down to final rest, and drowned..... to end the flight, having never touched the ground. ================================ Daniel A. Johnson 11/11/00 copyright �2000, Daniel A. Johnson. All rights reserved. |
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