Living

Leaves couldn't tell where they end up
in a garden on the road
or in the middle of the wildness
They serve us
yet not many take notice
Perhaps a few glimpses of whole
a few times of a year
or worse not one time in lifetime
But leaves didn't complain
and never will
They know none of us could understand their dialects
or free style choreography in the wind
not to mention their beautiful journeys of life
right in front of us
every living day