My thoughts drift to the

soft grass like October leaves, yellow

flashes of light kissing the earth as they

fall

some are graceful, twisting through the air with a

dainty dance. Others

plummet with intention, with a

purpose

little bombs that

stain the freshly mowed

grass with

color.

My thoughts make a

kaleidoscope of color, each one has the

power to make a

difference, a real difference

just like leaves: when one

falls from my tree it may not look powerful

but together, they become

mighty.