September #8

I saw the star, I saw the tree,
and saw the wish which cursed me.
I saw the leaf, I saw the flow'r,
the one that sprung from night shower.
I saw the worm, I saw the ant,
who moved through me towards the plant,
the plant which had brought me high
and there released me, alone to cry
and sigh, cry and dream,
of secrets of the way of being.
I saw the earth, I saw it all,
and in that moment began to fall.