What If We’re Supposed To Be Leaves?
The question sounds so ridiculous, but hear me out.
Have you ever watched a leaf fall from a tree?
If you have, then you know a leaf doesn’t fall straight, it doesn’t fall fast nor with extreme force.
A leaf kind of just floats about and wanders a little when it falls. It spins and rotates and sometimes it gets caught on another branch on its way down. Sometimes it falls into a big pile of other leaves, sometimes it doesn’t. There is no set path for a falling leaf. It’s on its own journey, and you know what?
That makes it free.
So what if we’re supposed to be leaves?
Interpret how you wish…
Thanks for reading!