As fast as I blow away, I am reborn.
Leaves are blades of hope, in seasons of time.

Hold me to my tree my love.
So swiftly I am blown away.

Hold me now, as I am, a tree on an island.
No roots to ground me.

But as you behold, I decay.
But as you behold, behold me.
For I am one with the ground that gave me life and gives you life.

Find me now as part of the forest, and part of the stars, and yes part of you now.

Behold I am born forever, in the connection of my very existence, to the eyes of love upon me

I am your frame to appreciate, do not pass me by.

I am your forest now too, and your tree, and your chemical life, and the life of this planet.

Join me as we both are connected in our web of blowing leaves, smiling as we pass in the wind.