Leaves, leave me now

Leaves, where do thou go?
Dost thou fly to far reaches or stay close to home?
Where dost your infinite color create?
From the paintbrush of God?
The bronze, purplish, redish, golds create a sunburst in my tree.
Dost thou hurt to fade into nothing every autumn?
Leaves, thou leave me now, sinking, covered by snow.
Leaves, have no fear, thou shall return with spring’s rainy delight
amid sunshine and flowers and thou tree branch’s might.

Where Roads Go

If I were a road where would I go?

Up through mountain streams
Or down the air with snow?
Winding, weaving, curving,
Filled with destinations unknown?

If I were a road where would I go?

Would there be fields of flowers
Or frozen lakes of cold?
Would the path of me be safe,
Free of obstacles?

If I were a road where would I go?

Who would travel upon me,
leaving marks abound?
Would they maintain and care for me,
filling cracks of ground?

If I were a road where would I go?

Who would my path influence,
bringing them to and fro?
Who would my path help find their way?
Bringing them through fear of lost?

This road is traveled greatly,
this road is free of cost.

I am a road and I know where I go.