I sat and stared
at the trees
of which the leafs were brown,
the silent rusteling
in the breeze
made forget my frown,
and of these trees
these falling leafs
leave tears upon the ground,
were hearts regret
and souls forget
their sorrow can be found
as flowers gay
in wintr'y day
shall die and come at ease,
i weep and pray
and shred my tears
for all those dying leafs...