O' Leaf, Blown Along
Oh leaf; blown along.
Do you know where you are going?
If you don’t, any path will get you there?
Oh, I remember.
Early in life I asked the proverbial question, why?
In response, I heard because!
Because; because why became my cry.
Does no one know?
I also remember the beginning; I was but a bud.
Then I became the early small shape of myself.
Slowly I became the whole of me.
For a season of time, I seemed so fine and no longer asked why.
But my strength began to fade.
And as time went by I browned and withered.
Then suddenly I fell and I was blown along.
And here I am on a path to where.
Oh leaf; do you know where you are going?
Written by Jim Cordie, 12/20/02