leaving leaves

Leaves drift through open windows
And land upon my desk.
The teasing caress of nature
Intrudes upon my space.
She leaves gifts for me,
And I can only look in awe
At all the love she shows me.

And as the years disappear from my sight,
As my desk and body and house change,
The same leaves still waltz through open windows.
Nature has not aged a day since I met her.
Age has no meaning
When life and death are held in your every breath.
She sees how I grow
And wither
And giggles,
At this mortal man
With hopes and hands and plans.

And one day,
When the window is broken and ajar,
When scattered leaves pile up at my feet,
I will know that it is time.
Nature has humoured me for long enough,
Me and my tiny human dreams.
She will hold me in her embrace once more,
And the dirt and trees will bury me.