Tree and Leaf

I saw a leaf this cold morning, floating down the river,
colors fading, glory passing, nearly drowning,
but leaf nonetheless, and glory nonetheless,
beautiful and sad, both nonetheless.

I am a leaf this cold morning, life rushing like a river,
colors flashing, vistas passing, always just a breath away from drowning,
but life nonetheless, and glory nonetheless,
beautiful and sad, both nonetheless.

Leaf and life, both intertwined, glory in spring, but first comes winter.