Deep in the forest runs a babbling brook,
as it winds its way through the trees and ferns,
a sound can be heard of its gleeful being.
A leaf has been released by its mother the tree,
to make room for the oncoming children she will have in the spring.
The leaf falls into the babbling brook and it floats
over the gentle peacefulness of the brook as if it were playing.
The brook joins the raging stream,
the stream had been swollen by the recent rains.
It tossed the little leaf up and down and back and forth
until it was almost torn to shreds.
Yet the leaf holds together.
The raging stream flowed into the more calm river.
There the leaf could rest from its terrible ordeal of the raging stream.
The current of the river is not as swift.
It is warm and calm,
the leaf enjoys floating along in the pace of the river.
The river finally flows into the vast sea bringing the small leaf with it.
The leaf will never be seen again.
