Driven by the wild selfish air,
Taken through all foul and fair,
I wonder if life always will be,
A fallen leaf yearning to get its tree.

Wind so stroked its ruthless blade,
An instant parting from life was made.
I screamed if someone could hold my fall,
My cry to the dumb world seemed small.

O you who move with pride on earth,
I too was once green with mirth,
Perplexed I’m why bliss is so brief,
Why all paths end up in grief?

I always followed the sun’s amber flight,
Amazed I was when all that was left,
With me was night!