What is it?

Watch it sore,
Watch it fly.
Watch it fall
Out of the sky.
Tumbling down,
Out of the blue,
Is this how it really ends?
Watch it swirling,
Out of control,
Until it lands,
Out of control.
What is it?
Oh, what can it be?
Maybe a leaf simply lost on their own.
Or maybe a note trying to find it's way back home.
Maybe? Or maybe not?
No, it simply cannot be...
It isn't.
It's nothing but a simple soul soaring about,
Riding the windy breeze.