Loneliness

A lonely leaf fell from the tree.
I saw the leaf, but it did not see me.

It lay awhile all curled and brown
like a feather on the velvet ground-
till all at once a breeze blew by
and caused that lonely leaf to fly.

It spun like a ballerina there
all poised and free without a care
and drifted off into a sea
of other leaves that did not see me.

I sometimes wish that I could fly
like a lonely leaf upon the sky
and never stop until I find
another heart that feels like mine.