October Diaries- Post #3: Wishing on an autumn leaf

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
If wishes were autumn leaves, every fall would be a dream come true.
For the thousands of leaves that die to make way
For newer lives, for a newer day.
For every leaf that changes color, somewhere somehow a life is changing,
A milestone is being crossed, a leap is being taken, a revolution is being won.
And while life dies and changes form, while energy travels across the universe,
Somewhere, a little boy rakes away the past and hopes for a better future.