The Flight of a Maple Leaf

The leaf wanders with the wind,

its striking colour catches my eye

A brew of blended hues,

vibrant against the gloomy sky

Like a crimson cardinal,

the little leaf takes flight

Twisting and turning,

as it flutters out of sight

I run to catch up,

as it spins and weaves

Its razor-sharp edges

graze the passing trees

The scarlet blade slices the air,

as the breeze causes it to sway

With determination and a mission,

the leaf dashes away

Thunder wakes the forest,

with a loud, booming sound 

And the leaf floats lower and lower,

until it reaches the ground