Leaves.

Unfurling life so full of zest.

A perfect gift inside my palm.

Sliver thin and skin so light.

A twirled descent in fallen flight.

Silent soldier, protective shield.

Rigid curves, a woven web.

Satin sheen, embodied calm.

Proud upon a branches’ arm.

A dancer’s grace made divine.

Intricate veins, illusive lustre.

Forest feathers of green and gold.

A puzzle piece with no set mould.

Except to leave its home in time.

By nature’s caress or curious guide.

Endless lives, spawning fate.

Nothing more humble nor so great.