I watched a leaf drop from the tree, it fell almost silently. And cradled into a puddle, submerged from the rain,But lifted, laboriously, to fly again. I wondered how could it move again, wet, heavy, how did it rise? Yes, as it flew once more into the skies. Like a determined baby bird, just testing its wings,The leaf was afloat, bellowing over many things. It settled amidst a bend in the road, where trash, leaves and clutter,Made it look like it could not go further.