Ultimate Purpose
Trees were hysterical
waving their branches about
The leaves were oblivious
Free at long last
Their best day
On their worst behavior
They swarmed together in spinning hoards
They scattered across city streets
No regard for traffic
They lifted and landed,
tossed and twisted
swooped and swung
raced and rested,
as the wind dictated.
Mother trees gasped in horror
too afraid to look
but unable to stop themselves.
They hemmed and hawed
sighed and sobbed
waved and wailed
reached and retracted
as their children scattered freely about.
The tree's choice is a familiar one:
She can grasp tightly with sore branches
denying the inevitable
take it personal
then mourn her loss.
Or she can let go
let nature's plan unfold
Giving up the months she spent
Nurturing and caring for
her precious leaves.
For they have their own destination
Their own divine path
Either way, an inevitable windstorm
will sweep through
and take them from her.
The leaves dance
before they find a place to rest
and fulfill their ultimate purpose.
