The mother is releasing them to fulfill the measure. 

So graceful the light tumbling, 

touching others on their way to the next stage.

She has birthed and nurtured, joyed in their growth and pressence

Now it is their time.

With a twinge of longing she blesses their readiness

as they jump. 

Beauty witnessed.

So many - yet each one known.

Every year when the leaves fall down.