I am no leaf.

The leaves
are spinning
around
on the ground
in a circle.
The wind
blowing
them into
a dance.
Get off
the ground
and move.
The wind
tells the leaves.
Can you
not see
the beauty
in movement?
Yes you
have fallen
from your
beloved
branches.
This is no
reason for
you to lay
on the ground.
Waiting
for what?
Life?
Life is here
and now
move
spin and dance,
the wind says
to the leaves.
The leaves
sit,
This is what leaves
do, they respond
to the wind.
We grow,
we fall
we die.
Well I am glad,
I am the wind,
I never
stop, I never die
I keep moving
spinning
living, the wind
replies.

When my aunt
died many
years ago,
she said on
her deathbed,
If you miss me
open your mouth
and breath me
in, I will be wind.
I will float down your
throat, into
your soul,
into your lungs,
into your heart.
I know why
she picked
wind.
I am that same
wind....
I am no leaf.