The leaf doesn’t think twice before letting go,
It knows the roots have held it firm,
The branches have swayed it in comfort,
And the other leaves have rustled with it in the breeze.
The parting is sweet when it is time to go,
A voyage of its own,
Twirling in the air,
Carried away by the wind,
Far, far away.
As the clouds let go
Of the rain,
When heaviness overwhelms
And spills into a beautiful downpour.
As blossoms and fruits fall from the tree,
To lay in carpets of fragrance and beauty
Upon the meadows.
As tears let go from the eyes,
When the heart can no longer hold its weight.
Letting go is a priceless gift to yourself.
For the soul knows what is better for itself.
Imagine the leaves if they never fell,
Or tears that never shed,
Or the rain that never poured,
All must ‘let go’ at some point.
Release, even when heavy,
leads to lightness and beauty,
For a serene life to flow.
Let go, like the Leaves
