From high above, the leaf looked down,
At rainy streets and a glistening town.
It saw the world in soft grey light,
Yet in its heart, all felt bright.
It felt the wind, not cold, but kind,
A gentle nudge from life behind.
It smiled at all it used to know,
Then opened wide, and chose to go.
No fear, no loss, just sky so wide 
A final flight, in peaceful pride.
     By Jigisha Motghare
BVM, Civil Lines