Four Story Leaf

Four Story Leaf
Trapped in the gaze of a man far below,
A four-story leaf is the thought in his mind
Four stories hight!  To him I am free!
For me, I must go with the wind

He finds this so simple, my elegant dance
Eleven long seconds aloft and across
It’s all awkward for me, mere subject to breeze,
Gold side to brown turned to toss

Was it all just aerodynamics, balance and chance
That made me this graceless buffoon?
Or did the belief of the man down below
Keep me dancing by changing my tune?

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