Can the leaves fall any lighter?
Can the leaves’ colors be any brighter?
I wonder if they’re here to tell us something.
Sending a message wherever they fall.
They come from the highest places 
And spread around the wind.
Can the leaves get any farther?
The leaves told me something
From the first day I met them.
All around they sent their message.
They told me they were equal
All different;
Colors, shapes, and sizes.
All from different places,
And different ages 
Whether green or brown.
They still had beauty no matter their origin
Or where they had migrated
They told me the reason why they fall—
To spread the beauty 
Near and far.
To tell the world
No matter how different—
There are leaves inside us all.
Whether or not we can see our true colors
Does not determine whether they exist.