Low the Leaf

How low the leaves will fall when once set free. To mingle round the grass and stones with wind to leave the nest exposed seems such a sin. Bare is the sight of boughs leaf-meal debris measured smoothness of wind or by degree. The leaf that falls is much like life of men. How low a leaf will fall at summer’s end? To lay, to dry and rot in autumn’s breeze. Yet if the tree, come springtime leafs again What is there then in life we disbelieve? If a man falls like a leaf -ah to spin twists, twirls and floats high on wild weak-willed wind. It is not for the descent of the leaf but is for self and soul for which we grieve.