It’s a matter of time
When we will all grime
Today is my day
To depart as a stray
A sudden gust of wind
Tumbles me off my limb
I flit in the sky
Basking my last fly
Resting quietly on the ground
Blanketing the creatures that are around
The tree that once glared
Now stands bare
Once a part of a whole
Now lay alone in a knoll
May I whisper autumn bliss
when you crunch me into grits
Or do I just twiddle
Till I am nothing more than a tiddle
