When Leaf do fall on a cold misty day,
the gaps on the roots are merely shadowed;
passing abaft on the rough tilted way
and the master of thy own be followed.
The breeze of the winds blew the Leaf so high
through an atmosphere of different hue;
with not an amendment it aimed to fly,
and leaving no desolation or clue.
In a dreary meadow it had fallen
with rocks and dusts and pebbles on its feet.
No rules nor wordings it had forgotten
on its surroundings no matter what's treat.
The Leaf would remain until it is done,
until its pace will forever be gone.
This sonnet talk about how an innocent and God fearing person takes the journey of life with faith.