The Leaf

Gently into the night,
when stars beckon you,
he was dreaming on a silent note,
deep into the blanket.

With the pauses of brewing imagination,
hallucinating over his stripped identity,
he was turning into a new leaf.

In the forest of the lions,
between the thunder & lighting,
the leaf soaked all the vulnerability.

The leaf was still green,
the journey it has to make,
was obliged to the nature's stake.