A Leaf Caught My Eye
A leaf caught my eye when I was three.
I saw it falling gracefully from the tree.
I reached down and put it in my hand.
What if I hadn't picked it up? Was it all in a plan?
That day I ended up staying outside.
Otherwise I would have gone inside.
Like ripples upon a pond, life unfolded after that.
All of this brought me here for this wonderful chat.
So I'm glad that when I was only three,
That I was standing by that tree.
I totally believe in the power of fate.
And that our time of friendship could not wait.
I accept these wonderful gifts and proceed.
Fate always knows when we're in need.
Was it the tree that made the leaf fall?
Or maybe it was part of fate's plan after all?