The one who grieves
the fallen leaves
weary eyed, closing eaves
they are taken by thieves
The one who believes
the fallen leaves
are a past he never retrieves
interfering with the life he weaves
The one who perceives
the fallen leaves
as parts of him plucked off his sleeves
an unfolding he peeves
The one who achieves
to see fallen leaves
as past gifts one receives
for the growth that relieves