My planet: a leaf

My planet: a leaf.
How little less, how little gigantic.
By head, the sky. By heart, who watched.

Leaf, so many divisions, nonsensical grace.
Everywhere, there might be a part of pain.
One day a mountain, one day the plain.

How much I lost my mind!
I love my hands dirty, feet muddy.
How much to hold when I can't bear.

I think there might be you somewhere.
Somewhere that is where flowers bloom
From a distance too close.

Through my ribs, I'd let it.
I'd let the world be.
My planet: a leaf.

You looked straight, you looked away.
But your head, I know it goes through a leaf.
So many divisions, nonsensical grace.

They will raise bubbles, it'll pop.
Though to the ground to it,
Remaining a thing off our head.

Operating everywhere, I think.
You and me, we should listen.
We're one, how can we not be?

And I make no sense, I know that I'm lost.
But how do I know how to give you my leaf.
You'll still receive it.

I do think, I really do think.
The head lies somewhere so soft and cozy.
On the leaf of their eyes, on their everything.

But there must be a stem somewhere, I dream.
For I'm tired and dozy, sorry to fall asleep.
I see you in your garden, your head on a big leaf.