Life's a race of downs and falls,
Each step you climb is a way to be tall,
The colour of falling looks so divine,
Teaching us the way to be alive.
Once in a while it is go to fall down,
To understand the broken and not frown,
Each leave drooping is a message in itself,
To break down atleast once to be oneself.
The stairs go up and you may slip down,
Yet there's a way to get up and again be sound,
Without returning back and going ahead,
The way to life comes after fall from bed.
For strength that you need, fall is must,
Making you stronger and smarter enough,
Pouring in colours of life to your being,
Falling in autumn is similar in seeing.