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
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