I believe that leaves are lonely
Not for their own kind,
But for recognition from someone else
Someone such as me
If you look very closely
At just the right time
Up through the branches of a tree-
Maple works well-
Gaze up and try
To see the sky through the majestic piece of art
Don’t try to distinguish it
That’s not the point
Keep looking through the branches
And eventually you’ll find
That you feel rather than see
Every leaf on the beautiful tree
Depending on the time of day
You might see them
Silhouetted
Or possibly even as a crown
Which they are
But in a different sense
Each individual piece of life
Suspended in the air
Hanging onto a thin twig in order to
Sustain their existence
They make themselves known to you whenever
You call,
Eager to be understood
Helping you
Discover the magic of
The leaves

back to the highway that never ends