I fall...
Detaching from the tree
That was my home.
Leaving behind the world of colors
Of spring and autumn.
I fall...
Seeing my tree above and
The earth below.
One last breath,
Drifting at the hands of wind.
I fall...
A journey back to the mother’s lap,
To blend into the soil,
To be another leaf.
Life moves in cycles
Now I complete one.

-- Priya Pramod

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