In Early Morning Poem by Manonton Dalan

I reach a few leaves on my way
and throw it up to air; watching
what goes down longest; circling
almost all fall at same time, why
maybe they started from one place
and equal love they share, down

I pick a lucky leaf cold and shiny
asking myself what makes it special
there are hidden pics engrave to see
gentle imaginations creates a beauty
i see sand where a pair of foot prints
walking side by side holding hands