Lonely Leaf

by Michael Groetsch

She walks within the forest,
Caressed by the trees,
With silent words thy speak to her,
To catch their winter leaves.

One leaf falls more slowly,
Than others in her sight,
She holds the leaf to her breast,
Late into the night.

The leaf feels her warmth,
The ONENESS of her soul,
No longer does it feel alone,
No longer is it cold.