To the First Leaf of My Garden's Maple

To the first leaf of my garden's maple,

I have seen you transforming from a little, ingenuous bud into a sensible doyen of the tree.

I have seen you dancing with the soothing, soft breezes , enjoying evenings to the fullest.

I have seen you laughing with the chirping birds, listening to the endless stories of their adventures.

I have seen you fighting against the windstorms with an undying spirit, encouraging your comrades with fearless attitude.

I have seen you sobbing silently during rains, hiding your tears from everyone.

It made me wonder the reason.May be, it was your inability to explore the world.

I have seen you turning old slowly , changing your texture from bright green to pale golden.

Today, I have seen you parting calmly from your eternal part, falling freely and then flying away with navigation of the dear wind.

That sight saddened me for I'll never see you again but also satisfied me as you are now able to explore beyond your scope.

But listen, the world is not as good as you are.

Wherever you go, stay aware.

Travel safe.

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