A poem on Life? what do you think of it?

thanks ...when i used to see the yellow leaves ...and moving here and there not by their own consent ...but at the mercy of wind.......i used to think ...as long as these were with trees ...were green ...but then cannot for ever ...have to leave ...the places ....for new buds to take over.......nd these yellow ..red leaves ...start a new journeys ...until merged with the soil...or burnt and ash to merge with soil ...giving new strength to the soil ...to feed the new buds ....this is in fact a rhythm ..of life..........then new buds covered with white snow or dews....new light colour white in the start ...like a new white page of life ...and start with the dits...on every breath...turning to new colours............fine description ...poetic way is altogether ..different ...to read again and again......to get the deeper and deeper.....feeling flowing in the heart