Pond

A leaf lies floating in a pond.
Fallen from the limb where it hung
Do we all fall at some point?
  Cyclically as the seasons,
Then grow again back into our self.
Or is it more a plunge in a pool?
Dive in head first into the cool,
Blue. deep. water.
We must breathe,
We must leave the depths,
Swim to the surface,
Define our merits.
While we lie floating in a pond.