Leaves fluttering in the wind
Ephemeral butterflies living their dreams
Wings flailing yet tethered to the ground
Rising ever so slightly, distant from soil to sky
On windless days,
Life’s breath held, in silence
In hiatuses from the struggle
Mustering strength for the final fight
Indifferent to the plight
It is finally time to take flight
Untethered, leaves journey to the ground
Wondering, if they could ever have been butterflies
Like sandcastles crumbled by waves
Delusions of grandeur and fate
With each falling leaf carried by the wind
Dreams and possibilities fade into echoes
Wondering, if they could ever have been real.