As a leaf do we live

Fresh, bright, green and full of life we spring forth
and as minutes turn to hours; hours to days; days to weeks
we jade with age; forgetting the promise of youth for the harsh realities of maturity
And yet at the end, as we wither into brown dust do we fly with the wind;
peering down at a world once again filled with wonder, that our new perspective; one of ancient youth;
for indeed as our fleeting youth turns to weary middle age is replaced by the freedom of wisdom;
the ability to enjoy anew the great things in life, no longer blinded by the drive of adulthood or the naivette of youth;