Leaves.

The sun shone downwards,
as the droplets sprinkled by,
Dripping off new leaves.

The wind brushed by us;
Leaves blowing around the park,
Sprouting seeds anew.

Summer burned old life,
Flames sparked at the dried leaves.
New life will sprout soon.

Snow covered tree tops,
Hiding beauty from our eyes.
It shall melt one day.

Leaf, blowing nearby,
You will land, your ending met,
Enjoy your freedom.