A Falling Man

The wind passed through the trees A delicate touch A delicate leaf, fell on me Crisp and tan, down it fell... You cannot change A turning leaf A falling leaf A falling man I held it in my hand So light... So fragile... How this leaf could withstand A Summers season Now a dying Autumn, in this changing land The colour turned... The leaves fell on me A falling man, in a changing Autumn land A delicate touch A delicate leaf Could be crushed Yet, with a soft blow I let an Autumn leaf go The leaves falling... From an Autumn tree Crisp and tan A falling man A falling leaf A falling me I will appear Lush and green, in a summer next year A delicate leaf you have seen you have let it go in a changing colourland so