One Leaf-it seems I've spent a lifetimewatching this one leaf spiral downchanging colors with each new twistand I wonder what would happen should it hit the groundwould all my dreams tumble into spaceor would the beginning start all over againeither way it appears to me, to be one in the samewhen you're amongst friends, to rebirth there is no end-time has a way of making memoriesthat the spirit witnesses in silencealone in a park, all blocked outexcept an extra sensory compliancewith the past as it merges with the futurethe present ever present, like an unpaid tutorto a student of life, the wonderment. escapingfrom the science-it seems I've spent a lifetimewatching this one leaf spiral downchanging colors with each new twistrittmo'