If You Could Speak (the idle wonderings of a madman)

by:Rob Paquin

Single solitary leaf
Having fallen from your tree
And there you go drifting by
Floating down the stream

It makes me wonder where you came from
I wonder what you’ve seen
It makes me wonder if that you could speak
Would you tell your tale to me

Would you let me know how you did grow
And how life started in the Spring
Would you say that just today
Fall became a thing

Would you reminisce of birds
That nested near your branches
Or would you tell of your loss
Now that the season just advances

Would you sing the song of bees
Or rhyme of butterflies
Or tell the tale of the story
Those moments you drifted through the sky

Are you now contented
Floating on the waters surface
Do you feel satisfied
Having served your general purpose

Single solitary leaf
Drifting towards some end
The tree you once lived inside
Waits for Spring to come again