As a helium balloon escapes its room

It reaches for the sky, just as flowers bloom

Then realizes the heavy, imminent danger

Watches warm pleasure turn into a cold stranger

This free leaf lands into an inviting river

Seduced by flow, feels one with her

A frightful torrent loomed around the bend

The life leaf once knew would soon end

Chasing a feeling is like chasing the sun

While ignoring the signs of inevitable outcome

But even the ending is blessed with grace

With colors in the sky… and sadness upon face

Free-falling from the zenith of hope’s comfort

Chastisement of rushing wind is a familiar sound

Reluctantly closing the faucet of my effort

I

find

myself

dizzy

on

the

comedown