Fly

As the night falls on the friget hills
The wind wisk the leaves of there frail branches
I see a single leaf sailing in the wind to the rhythm created by the
sound of the whistling wind
The leaf flys like a young bird flying in the dark clouded sky
The leaf continues to fly in the dark sky until it is finaly brought to
the ground
Where it will wait for the next breeze to lift it back into the sky
Written By daniel r.samac