emerald green leaf obeys its master
though he remains unseen, my leaf sways faster
twisting and churning, waving, leaving
held without the restraint, locked without locks
bound to a life of servitude, plucked from the very root,
it follows until it hits the floor, then
then its no longer green, but a shade of red
passion, it what we usually realise when we're red
all the is worth pursuing is passion,
people and place and experiences that inspire passion
are whats great,

I've been distracted