The feeble leaf cuts free,
In dismay from the branch,
Alone but courageously,
It feels abandoned,
With no hope of a return,
To the comfort of its home,
Yet it doesn't exhibit tearful goodbyes,
Shed by the sentimental,
Who with every step,
Are certain a return is inevitable,
Notwithstanding the cold nights,
Far from the warmth underneath,
The arms of loved ones.
Majestically it indulges in cruising,
Softly through the coveted journey,
Towards a new home,
Filled with growls,
That signal the dangers,
Associated with a new challenge;
But courage can be the only weapon,
To yield the energy,
For the battle many opted,
To drown their souls,
After falling prey to cowardice,
Unable to confront the bloody path;
Yet the leaf settles on the ground,
Ready to face the howling wind;
Vulnerable and shieldless,
From its predators.
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