I am the little leaf falling
feeling but half my worth
No more to wave in the breeze
to heaven from this earth

I alone do think I dream
of the love I wish to live
I myself do think I want
much more than I can give

She sees in me what I cannot
making fast my hope and stare
She holds this heart with tenderness
her love lay everywhere

So like am I a grain of sand
I compare my lifes own worth
To all who were my ancestors
sharing roots of each others birth

As autumn falls upon my world
should the birds no longer sing
Will there be nothing left to give
but a prayer upon a wind

Tate