I don’t know what is courage,
But I know of leaves
That wait it out,
On the branches of trees,
Shivering in the raging storms.
Green bright new births,
In the still of summer.
Dripping with droplets,
In the wet rainy days.
Longing for companions,
In the bare winter chill.
Overshadowed by blossoms
Of flaming reds and soft violets,
In the bursting colors of spring.
Twirling like a ballerina in a tutu,
Gracefully in the dance of fall.
Does the falling of a leaf,
Make its life on the tree worthless?