Poem: The Journey of Leaves

Leaves fall 
in the autumn 
they do not 
plunge straight down 
the breeze pushes them 
to and fro as it tries 
to keep them aloft 
as long as possible
perhaps they travel
for miles and miles
drift past roads
and woods and dales
chase each other
in circles as they
follow the currents
far from wherever
they had started 
but inevitably 
they touch the ground
upon their final rest