Each leaf is a possibility

Every so often you see a dried leaf in the summer sun

Caught in a single strand of a spider's web unintended for it

Fluttering and rotating in the wind, all day and night

Until the rain washes them both into the ground days later

While one could ponder at it, feel astonished

I see it for an incompleteness that nature often spawns

In its intended destiny, maybe it was to fall into the ground

Decay and become nourishment, for a fungus or moss

But it's only one you could think, but isn't that thought biased?

When your heart is broken, remember there are innumerable folks

Yet each have just one heart, one soul, and one life

To discount that one leaf's destiny would just be as criminal

For that leaf, like your heart could've spawned a million events