seasons

Staring out my window
I cannot help but notice the golden leaves gently falling.
s l o w ly and ever so softly
falling from the arms of the great, sagacious tree.
Indicating the arrival of a new season
and the fading of another.
the wondrous cycle of life..
where the leaf was once green, vibrant with passion. It was alive.
And now, it is but a faded residue of life that once was.
Are we just pawns in a game of a chess?
Just awaiting our demise?
like the dead leaves absorbing the wisdom of the wind as they flutter across the land,
It is only after life will all our questions be answered.
the endless search to find meaning and purpose to my existence
has given life to such thoughts and questions.
But to be everything to another,
has put my search momentarily at rest.
For if I can impact one life, one heart,
then my existence in this life will not be forsaken.
I hope the footprints that ive left behind in your heart never fades..
Never fades unlike the lifeless, fallen leaves outside my window.