We drift softly through life
Like a leaf through tall trees in the fall
wild winds aid us through twists and turns
Gently guiding us home

Sometimes the wind picks up
And we soar higher than the trees
Sometimes it slows
And we glide over the roots

Rising and diving
Bobbing up and down in a cycle
Never knowing what it's like to graze the ground

Never understanding what lies ahead
Yet drifting just the same
Without a care
And without remorse

Until the day the wind dies out
When we fall, and first skim the earth
Landing in the soil that will become our home
Where we will drift no more