I Am falling in my own forest.
Each leaf on every branch is me.

Red, orange, yellow swirling in
myriad shades, without repeat.

The same light once curled atomic,
waiting to radiate from the Sun,
before the rainbow divide
becomes the color in every leaf.

Drifting through the air, each
making a pattern, to and fro,
like bright spinning hulls
in the sky, never one,
in aeons of time, the same,
every last one unique.

No one will remember a single leaf.

Unforgotten is the Fall.

I Am alone, falling to the ground.