Gravity

Swirling around, Somersaults and pirouettes in mid-air. Slivers of red and orange edges, Contrasted by the green of trees, Bushes, And moss. Falling prey to earth; To its gravity. Sometimes, it makes you ponder your weight. Not the numbers on a scale As you step onto it in hesitation, But the weight of your mind. Your soul, Your input, Your influence, And ideas. What do your thoughts weigh? How much power do you have Just by existing?