The Union Tree

The leaves fall in gentle swirls, land like feathers on cushiony green

Poor berries, sweet berries, thunk to the ground unheard, unseen

How much it must hurt to be doomed to plummet down

when the gifted leaves float on wings, robed in air,  a satin gown

Maybe if the leaves would extend a delicate hand

to the poor berries, and life went somewhat unplanned

for a moment in time, they would be arm in arm

plummeting together, to safety or harm

Leaves would cushion the berries

and berries give strength to those fairies

A beautiful paradox born from something so small:

A berry and a leaf, together Ascending in the Fall

Here is my change, here is my proposition:

If opposites, berries and leaves, could make this decision

and maybe one day, if this union was their claim to fame

Is it so unbelievable that we all could do the same?