This is a tale about Lester Leaf,
who decided to fight the status quo.
Fallen leaves flow, tis my belief,
with the breeze, if ever they go.
They cross a road quite readily
downwind in groups they swirl
with wind devils twisting steadily
they get flung in a flighty hurl.
Lester clung to his summer tree
not wanting to go with the others.
He’d stay behind as they went free,
and not be blown like his brothers.
For Lester Leaf had seen them fall,
he had watched them get tossed...
by the wind that bossed them all,
downwind as roads they crossed.
Lester stuck it out all winter long,
holding fast to his mother’s limb.
He’d not be tossed, never begone,
Til Mom cut him off in the Spring.
Lester Leaf drifted in sad disbelief
with the wind that carried him off .
It wasn’t right for a poor old leaf,
was Lester’s thought, so very soft.
“I’ll defy the wind,” said old Lester,
“Shoot the breeze, swim upstream,
make my way against every tester!”
Lester Leaf would live his dream...
All went well for Lester for a while.
He hid behind trees as winds blew.
He watched leaves fly by into a pile,
get raked up, put into trash bags too.
In spite of all Lester Leaf could do
he could never go against the wind.
That wasn’t his purpose, I tell you,
he went with the flow, bird on wing,
to a preordained fate awaiting him.
We, like Lester, can defy all we will.
When our purpose is served, we win.
Think of Lester Leaf often, and be still!
Your fate was set when your life you began.
© Urban R. Coombs 2009
