I am a leaf gently floating, gently falling
Down to the earth where my brethren lie
Upon the dried corpses of our kin
Long since passed, like seasons they go
And yet we mourn them all silently
Without ceremony or processions
Of remembrance

I am a leaf gone to join my fallen brothers
On the battle field that is our life
Yet I do not weep for myself at all
This fall is the greatest thrill of my life
It seems to last forever and a day
Soon I, too, will be another corpse on the ground
Swept away gently by the breath of nature