Life as a river.

I stood on a bridge,perhaps a dream,or reality of long ago,
A tree stood near,I do not know the species,just a normal tree,
The tree had green leaves and the wind blew hard, as it can in autumn
Small green leaves fell from the tree,like a cascade of wonder ,just being,

I watched them fall into the river,small green leaf,the wind blew,nature was about,
Such wonder if one really looked,  the leaf had no  identity ,or nationality,
It was just a leaf,about to start it's life and journey down river,no gender,
Just a leaf in the wind waiting for it's journey to begin,like a day of a year,

Travel except down river,the wind blew and the leaves came down,into the water,,
Some leaves landed and the river took them on a rough journey,through rocks
Others came on a better part, floated on through the dull day,they were on a journey
Similar to life,what we are given,like the green leaf,we go on without thought.