Falling in Fall

I am a leaf, falling down to the ground, floating and spinning around,
an invisible friend is supporting me ... I feel its gentle arms holding me ... rocking me ...
I cannot touch them but I can feel them ...
it's the air.
The rust colored woods around me is spinning more and more, like a carousel, a muffled hiss runs around my ears ... until I can gently land on the ground without any fear, unharmed.
The air goes on blowing a light breeze, letting light rays dance for me through the branches...
I'm feeling at home.
Sometimes we see monsters in the shadow, in the darkness around us, but they do not exist ...
Sometimes we cannot see, even being in full light, those supporting us with such affection, without asking anything in return. ...

dedicated to all special people... to all dreamers.