Soul and spirit

dusts floating
falling on leaves
on sleepy days
reflections

thinking of souls
where do they go
after they say
goodbye to mortal coils

leaves reflecting lights
as rain drops linger
to caress its velvet
green surface

spirits brave
why do they leave
when obstacles
get tougher

dusts fall quiet
on soils
becoming one
never seen again

Souls and spirits
together be one
apart be gone
to different zone.

*this poem was entered in a competition here. Thank you for reading*