I’d rather be leaf in life.
                     Than ever be pebble.
For leaves can fly, and leaves can float,
down the river, with the water.
                     I’d never be a pebble-
                     (if I could ever help it.)
For pebbles do not fly, and pebbles do not float.,
but instead fall to the river floor,
as leaves and water rush over.

I’d would better be a leaf in life,
                    Than ever be a pebble,
For leaves can change, and leaves can grow,
                    Where pebbles stay the same..
Leaves grow red, and orange and yellow,
Pure beauty, as they fall.
                    But pebbles never change in life,
                    And grey will suit them eternal.

                    I wonder why all would  be a pebble
Rather than a leaf.
For yes, a pebble lives its life- diverseless and unending.
But rather I to be a leaf,
to fly and float and change.
                           Than to stay, immortal, unaltering
                           For all my miserable days.