With all the branches bowing down
By the weight she had, the fruits and leaves
The evening rays rubbed them, so colorful
A few fell down, flew down with the breeze
It was a funeral, every sight at once
No one noticed, a new born, an old fell
Everyone had their heads bowed down
A long story ended, another book published
To mother nature, God will evaluate him
Must have filled with adventures, mercy or crime
I believe, you've taught your children good
They are grieving, picking up a hand full of mud
In the midst of rituals, a host of sparrows
Flew above us, chirping, far away
Yes, here, I witness
Today, tomorrow or someday
I'll doom into your body, six feet under
Remember you'll die too