We as the Leaves

i could see leaves falli could see themgently lift off the groundplay around with the airhigh and lowrests, lie down.untouched, till the timethe air picks updecides to lift it, and playthat is what i believeat the endour lives turn out to beleaves, fallen, attachedall bound to be played upon,by the air, the lord.let him play today, let he be satisfiedthat his play amounts to the joythat the audiencce gains out of us.let him experience the pain and the sorrowthat we release out of our moves, the falls.let him excite a wave of happiness,everytime he encounters us, to be floating.joyful indeed, we are mere characters, being played upon.so, do you, feel good about it?at least i do.i am, hence, a medium for someone,as i reciprocate his feelings, to the eternal.