Maple Leaf

"A red maple leaf? Why?"
"It shows courage. It brings power. The symbol of beauty and yet mystery..."
"Is that it?"
"Nope, it's your favorite."

Like a maple leaf, you just fall down so fast but not to give up.
You're just being down to earth, down to land, down to the lowest level of reality.
Just like a maple leaf.
It's changed, after seasons. From green to yellow to orange and finally red.
You're just changed to be more mature and full of courage to go on adventure.
The beauty you barely see. But once they are blended with the wind. They are everyone's favorite.
The last day of autumn and the before beginning of winter. They'll come into humongous piles around the blocks, they'll lock the mystery, never let any tornado come inside.
You'll just adore it. You'll put your both eyes stick to the color, your favorite.
Only maple leaf.