The Fall Dance of the Tree
When winter approaches on frosty paws
the trees dress up in warm colors
to entice the wind
to ask the leaves
up for a dance.
After the wildest storm
one leaf remains
alone.
One morning
when heaven holds its breath
the leaf gets hit
by the blush of dawn
and falls slowly to the earth
where it lies listening
to the sleeping forest
pregnant with spring.
(from Natures Jinns by Joel Miller)
System Humanity 
Gracious goodness, that was delicious; you’ve ‘hit the spot,’ again, friend. Thank you.
And the leaves and I, not to mention the sleeping forest, thank you.