In the night, one leaf falls
In the night, a leaf flutters down
And softly lands on the ground.

In the night, a wind rushes past
In the night, the leaf flutters and flaps
And hesitantly rises into the air.

The leaf follows the winds, rustling along
The winds making sure each stop isn't the leaf's last

Until the little leaf lands in a river
And sinks down, down, down...

Three miles away, several hours later,
A heron pecks at a shape moving in the water
And pulls out the leaf, soggy and torn

The heron, startled, flaps away,
Starting a breeze, and the leaf flutters away
Able to glide for another day.