Small Leaf

Small leaf
Stuck to my car window
The wind tugs and pulls,
but the leaf holds firm.

Wondering
Does it want to let go?
Is this considered strength,
for not giving in?
Or stubbornness,
for not going with the flow.

Vicious
The wind is merciless
Fluttering becomes thrashing,
and the small leaf
surrenders.

I try to watch it,
but in an instant it is gone.

I will never know the fate
of that small leaf
If it finally gave in to
Life
or Death
But the small leaf
will stay with me
Stuck to a window
in my mind.