Vishal Dutia

Just like leaves on a tree,
Our lives unfold and come to be.
Starting out as buds so small,
Growing tall and strong, standing tall.

As seasons change, we transform,
Our colors shifting, our shapes conform.
Sometimes we fall, and sometimes we fly,
But always we reach for the sky.

Some leaves stay green, while others turn,
Their paths unique, their stories to learn.
But all share a bond, a common thread,
Their roots entwined, their fate widespread.

Just like leaves on a tree,
Our lives are a part of a grander scheme.
A tapestry woven with threads so fine,
Connecting us all, through space and time.