I leapt through the Autumn leaves
Bridging the chasm of empty air.
Series of gold and red fall softly as I leap.
I reach out to grab the branches,
Hoping I do not fall to Death.
Breathe in, breathe out, I leap again.
Running upward on trunk, I gaze into the sky.
Closing my eyes I push away, and jump once more.
I miss, I miss and now I'm falling,
Fear surges into me, as I blindly reach out,
Grabbing the end of a leafy branch I descend to the ground below.
Landing with a rustle I look around me and watch,
The leaves continue to fall, never to cease.
