A to Z Writing Challenge - R for Release

My morning yoga

Takes place

Under a tree

And I watch

As leaves release

Without fuss

From their branch

And float gently

To the ground

They have no prior experience

Of the ground

No notion

Of how much

It could hurt

But as they stare

Day after day

At their potential end

Do they cry and scream

And gnash their teeth?

No, they do their jobs

Helping the tree to grow

And then when it’s time

They let go.

How graceful

And poetic 

Their journey seems

And how we could learn

From them

To leave our current state

In a similarly elegant way

And simply

Move on.

22/4/20