The Dance Of The Leaves Poem by Jim Milks

I see a falling leaf escape from the tree
Dancing upon the wind wild and free
But its freedom is a fantasy
For it is a prisoner of the wind can’t you see

The silence of the forest surrounds
My footfalls the only sound
The sunlight filters through the trees
As the leaves dance on a gentle breeze

The freedom that they feel
Is fleeting and not real
Their hopes dashed against the ground
As they fade away without a single sound

© JPM 10/19/08