Falling From the Trees

I watch the leaves Falling from the trees, Which ends A season; Ends a time, Good or bad; But it ends. I wonder, As the leaves fall, Have I done everything I needed to do? It doesn’t help That the leaves keep falling And the air turns freezing. A day passed by, One leaf or two Fall on the dry Ground like the others do. I remember what I did today. Was it enough? Should I have done more? Or less? I look back on weeks, Or months even, When a small pile of tens or twenties Leaves scattered around the tree’s base, Pondering. Was that worth doing? Did I change the future? Or did I add seal to the fate? When I look at my tree, Out the window of my living room With a few leaves Waving at the top, I’ll look back and see. All the questions, actions Even thinking Was just water that made the tree grow. The sunshine was my friends and family, Caring for me always. The ground my roots I never forgot, and the memories Lost but remembered in time. It didn’t go too bad I helped other people grow.