Transitions

I am the leaf fluttering

        through the wind

feeling  its soft caress along my back

and while security is unknown at such heights

The sun feels warm at times.

I accept my wild flight

     somersaulting

on the breeze and trust

at journey’s end with gentle descent

I land upon my feet and thrive.

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