A poetic reflection:
We see them fall,
We hear them rustle,
We may even feel them
brush by our face.
Today, as I ate my lunch under the sycamore
One landed on my plate.
Was the tree teasing, or asking me to eat it?
More likely I should leave it be–
“Leaf it alone,” (to drop a pun)
To decompose
To compose a composting concert
Orchestrating endless living music
Among renewable roots
Sucking beauty from the crunching copper carpet
Ascending again, transformed
From the scattered symphonic spread
Drifting down to play once again
Across the rain-soaked autumn earth.
Chris Highland
October 2020
Friendly Freethinker 
What a bad pun, flying so well as it does in all directions.
Yes, but please don’t PUNish me for it!
thank you, Chris, for providing sanity in a time of growing uncertainty about the future of humanity,
Finding a creative, artistic activity is one sure way to keep the sanity. Take it easy.