Autumnal yellow, pale green leaves
do not ask from where the wind comes and sings,
they sway, or drip with pooled water, dangle
in crisp sun particles.
Energy does not retreat nor deny; tis no traitor,
does not turn its back,
only turns in cycles and continues.
Such leaves asking not nor querying why
yet falling when time to play their part.
A part of knowing the great embeddedness of things.