I wonder what a leaf thinks?

As colors spread to cloud out the green.

As it dances upon the surface of the water to see it’s beauty.

A final ballet.

Does it see the warm hue decorated across?

Or more so the long since shriveled leaves around it?

***

Does a caterpillar ponder the change?

As it binds itself to a stick.

Wrapping itself away from the world.

Comfortable and still.

Does it know that there is new different life ahead?

Or does it think the end nears?

***

What is hope?

A sigh.

A quiet thought.

A wish.

A total acceptance of the outcome?

No, persistence despite the existence of the end.