Drift

I drift through life,
like a leaf floating on a stream,
basking in the sun,
sliding through the woods;

Chirping of the birds,
Hustling of the ants,
Bickering of the monkeys,
the regular days.

All seems fine
through a normal eye;
But only the leaf knows
its floating towards the dive;

So came the cliff
and the wind with the wiff;
Fell from up high,
towards the rocks lying by;

With a small rip
and a broken heart;
I float back to the top,
towards the bright spot;

I pass through life
like a leaf floating on a stream;
Waiting to see
when I’ll reach the sea.

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