Four leaves, fallen from a snowed on tree
Glide to earth on a gentle breeze
One lands near, the other three
Fly afar, with unerring ease
On a lake by a hill, one stops
The other two fly swiftly by.
Spiraling down, the one leaf drops
leaching out a silent cry.
Borne upon a westward wind.
The two soar above unseen
with time, without sorrow, one rescinds
accepting its fate foreseen.
Its kin gone, yet one still flies
Across the lands, careless and free.
and in time, as the moon and sun die and rise
the one, chances upon it leafless tree.