I see that leaf falling Blown into its own funnel - I wonder, where is its tree? It is on the final journey. And in the gentle descent towards the Earth, Creates a spacious spiral of sacredness down, down, Until she yields to the cradling ground.
It’s in the Gentle Descent
It’s in the Gentle Descent
It’s in the Gentle Descent
I see that leaf falling Blown into its own funnel - I wonder, where is its tree? It is on the final journey. And in the gentle descent towards the Earth, Creates a spacious spiral of sacredness down, down, Until she yields to the cradling ground.