Somberly walks he Ever watchfully Slowly on drying leaves, dying thieves of dormant trees. Sacred are these that summer leaves her memories of hopeless dreams that soon will freeze. Let it be and silently forget about me so you can see the mystery of yonder trees Whom you believe, for whom you grieve, and around them weave through weeds whose seed you spread as you flee with speed away from he who stands peacefully among the trees and next to me.