by Jorunn
An older man realizes his death is on the horizon, and visits a tree he planted in his youth. The tree is straight, tall, and as magnificent as ever, while he is now wrinkled and bent. He reflects on the fact that he is less like the tree, and more like a leaf. He wished for his freedom, but when he took it, he found he is still being pushed around by unseen forces like a leaf in the wind, and he looks instead for a quiet place where he can rest.
Thank you for your kind comment, @Satyr61. I've been neglecting my first love, poetry, in favor of stories. I hope to submit more frequently now.