There is a pile of chopped up birch tree
That's death too
Even if no one notices

There is a brown maple leaf in the intersection
That's death too
Even if no one pauses to let it pass

There's a worm dried up on the side walk
That's death too
Even if everyone stomps on it

There's a quiet lady who's never lived alone
That's death too
Even if they all mourn when she goes