The sunlight paints
the scattering of fallen
and resting leaves
Bearing colors I cannot name
that effortlessly change
so dreamily, mysteriously
As a soft and innocent wind
caresses
the enduring branches above me
who regard me silently
And nature’s display haunts
yet it cares not
of my understanding
Though suddenly
wonderfully
my heart stills itself
as I contemplate
my state of being
Am I awake
or
am I merely dreaming
Am I hoping
or
am I truly seeing
For the first time
the things my heart
does not know how to say
The utter beauty
of this fleeting day