Still blue above with the waves of clouds mottling it’s surface
A lonely leaf auburn in colour swirls and swirls
As the twisted branches of hands release their grasp
So the star shaped leaf is free
Free to float and swirl as it pleases
With not a care in the world a white majestic butterfly
Flitters past the leaf on towards the evergreen glossy
Leaves of an English buxus.
It too knows what freedom is
Free to flit and flirt with every branch laden with leaves but
Decides to rest on the flower of a photinia plant.
A child scoots past on a scooter with a mother red faced and huffing
Little does the cherub faced scooter know what lies ahead
The shackles of responsibility that we call life.
How they burden our everyday thoughts
Ah freedom. Are we truly free as a butterfly
Or the leaf that floats away …