A little leaf falls down so far,
Grief this moment makes.
Such sweet sadness
in our hearts
as creation crumbles.
It withers,
and it dies,
so gone are spring’s sweet daisies,
and gone are summer’s scorching days.
Mourning, we all wonder:
if this is the end.
And when the spring mornings,
Will return again.
But creeping cold breezes are not just what we see.
For in winter’s freeze,
Life continues to be.
