A love song for death

Waiting…waiting for it to come and take me away. The autumn leaves change until they are so bright that the trees can no longer hold onto them. As the grand oak releases them from their tight grip they float merrily down swaying back and forth until they meet the earth and reality stops them in their tracks. As I emerge from this life, and change, will you let go of me…and let the sweet destiny called death come and wisp me away?