Leaf

I feel as naive as the leaf that bares a belief--of never falling,
Gravity is against me the breeze so appalling--under the moonlight I hear the foliage calling,
I wake up a different color everyday--I was once so vivid now I'm slowly turning gray,
BUT I'LL BE REBORN ONE DAY!!,
It's the cycle of 4 seasons--that nurture the roots of my reasons,
FOR BEING!!