A leaf sits its verdant beauty on the ground
Another issue was conceived by the shade, it thought
Will leaves continue to grow and die
To forever decay, to complete its cyclical plot?
Its first bloom brought meaning to spring
In summer, it showers fairness to the old
A bunch gives way to the newbies in autumn
While the naked stalks sleep in the cold
The leaf waits for Time on the ground:
I smile on how other creatures live
Alas, Time robs it of its verdancy, though slow
My maker, receive what I here give
