A step through fallen leaves

“The world in a grain of sand they say, and a beauty in a wild flower “

An Immortality’s portrait..

I see amongst life and its stars

I see amongst decisions of a million characters

I feel a field of grand and bland of fruitful light and of decaying strands

I feel a decision to be made

A Gardner’s worth supplying shade

A lover’s picknick

A crackling step amongst the leaves

A world in changing

All beloved between each is made

But thus the wind moves different. No shade. No Picnic. No decisions taken. A windless emotion made in disbelief. A decision chosen amongst its breeze amongst the leafless trees.

A poetry in destiny made in its steps and strands

Like Wordsworth I grasp

Glory in freshness, in a dream

But alone I wonder

Does our lives be great In thee, he, she, or me that creates that freshness of a dream

What do we believe , as we take a step through fallen leaves.