I'll just start.
With a leaf maybe.
The words will come tumbling out.
They'll become something new.
They'll paint the sky and colour space.
I'll journey to it and dance amongst it.
I'll laugh and laugh and my joyous tears will land back on everyone still on earth.
I'll reach out my hands and try to feel everything, even though I can't.
Though I feel tired, and insignificant, I'll feel content.
I'll sigh and smile and look back on earth fondly, even though it's so dull.
That doesn't relate to a leaf.
