“Leaves In the Wind” by Conor McElhaney


A Leaf whisked away from

Comfortable Surroundings

New pile forming

Others follow

Till the pile suffice

The pile compacts

Leaves steadily losing shape

Originality blows in the wind

What's left behind

Will never be the same

What's left behind

Will never be the same

More will leave

Even more will join

Leaving imprints

On one another

Leaving scratches

Wearing down until

The time comes

Where everything

Stops feeling

They become the wind.