Source: Dennis P from Pixabay 

The tiny leaf floating on the surface of the stream
Hitting the rocks and boulders on its way,
Floating freely with the ebb and flow of the current
Passes by the swimming fishes, busy crustaceans and the floating insects
Those live and breed in the cold stream water.
Turning up and down on the head of the tiny waves and ripples
Generated along with the water flow
It is like life that changes focus and facets every now and then.

The tiny leaf catches itself
On the decaying mass of floating twigs and branches
Dropped by the overhanging tree branches
Surviving for ages on either banks of the endlessly flowing stream
Forming an overarching canopy in this natural cathedral.
Like our life when we get entangled with emotion and despair
Caught up in the legacy of our jeopardized life
Momentarily not being able to find a meaning and a path forward.
Again, as the leaf frees itself from the entangled mass
Due to the flow of the channel current and moves forward,
So do our lives.
We get up from the mounds of our despair and hopelessness
And again walk towards another new morning.

The journey of the leaf is reminiscent of our own life,
Reflecting back the pain and struggle
Through which we survive and move.
With time the dry leaf getting wet
Undergoes its’ natural process of degradation
When even a small current breaks
It up into smaller fragments.
Slowly settling down at the stream bottom
While releasing the locked up elements it has in its’ store back to the nature.

Human life at the end is also a bundle of experiences
That is black and white, light and dark, soggy and dry; may be sweet and sour
Enriching every day with little dots of struggle that make up the line called life.
At the end of the journey, like the tired tiny leaf
Life also breaks up into its smaller components
Going back to nature and to take its form once again
May be through another body, form and time.
The tiny leaf has a lot to teach us
In its’ own way and manner
About our own existence and struggle
In the passionate journey called life.

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