Let Them Fall

Desperately clinging to ways of old

That vital spark then grows cold

Gripping, ever-tight, dead leaves in fright

Not seeing any of the potential delight

By feigning your content

You’re then blinded to what is meant

While the future’s course remains yet hidden

Countless gifts await to be given

But your mind, heart, and life are too full

With way too many things grown dull

There is no room for new

And all life has in store for you

Why can’t you open your eyes and see

All that your life can simply be?

Why clutch onto dry, withered leaves

When such an action so clearly deceives?

Familiar as these leaves may be

You are truly meant to be free

Why cling so desperately to that which no longer serves?

That which is deadweight needs to undergo purge

Hanging onto these dead leaves is nothing but a chore

Why settle for a life consisting of things that bore?

It may have served a purpose once before,

But know that you are meant for so much more

Trees are familiar with the cycle of season

They recognize clinging to dead leaves is far beyond reason

Old leaves, they let go

In order for new life to grow

Recognizing the release of old is no reason to fret

The return of spring is something trees never forget

You can linger and cling to ways of old

But that will only cause you to miss out on new things of gold

Life is a marvelous thing to behold

With exciting, new chapters awaiting to unfold

Living a life full of meaning is important above all

Please, just let those old leaves finally fall