Weep not for this leaf who was part of a clothed tree.

The wind broke this leaf free

    so the tree can live.

We are all leaves, blowing

    in the wind.

Green, gold, or brown–

    waiting for our wind to knock us loose.

Like leaves falling from a tree,

    I had to go to keep the fires,

    from destroying the forests.

Within the tree you will find shelter.

The long awaited rains will quench

    this parched land

    and provide comfort with

    its softly soothing lullaby.

Wait for your wind,

    do not tear away – you are too green.

Your breeze will come

    and bring you to me.