Only just a leaf

I once thought I saw an autumn leaf

Become a butterfly,
When captured by the East Wind

Ever playful, ever sly.

It glided over valleys green

And into the sky so blue,

Passing over fields of flowers

Of every possible hue.

It fluttered over massive trees

Of flaming red and gold,

And flitted over passers-by

Strangers young and old.

And as the day drew near an end

And with a sense of grief,

The wind let fall its new toy

And the leaf was just a leaf

-Shivi