vytenis

A leaf was riven from a tree,

"I mean to fall to earth," said he.

The west wind, rising, made him veer.

"Eastward," said he, "I now shall steer."

The east wind rose with greater force.

Said he: "'Twere wise to change my course."

With equal power they contend.

He said: "My judgment I suspend."

Down died the winds; the leaf, elate,

Cried: "I've decided to fall straight."

"First thoughts are best?" That's not the moral;

Just choose your own and we'll not quarrel.

Howe'er your choice may chance to fall,

You'll have no hand in it at all.