Fallen Leaf

Winter has come once again,

and cold chills run through my veins.

Strong gusty winds blow against me,

and as I walk it blows into my eyes until I cannot see.

A fallen leaf is carried away from its mother tree,

flying here and there until it arrives before me.

I bend down to pick it up,

the leaf in my hands, like a cup.

I see now,

but how?

I am not alone.

He has always known.