Fallen leaves traveling, In search of a grave,
With wind they dance, In ceremonial circles,
Wind the undertaker, Enjoying,
Every bit of their lunacy,
Confirms his judgment,
Sanity disappears, At the sight of death,
His body withering away slowly,
A lonely leaf makes his last wish,
Take me to the tree, O wind,
God of my world is rightly him,
He breathed life into me, Sheltered my thoughts,
Among thousands of his children, He cared for me.
The day I left the tree, I could not hold my tears.
With no one to hold, I fell for the ground.
Every time I look up, I see his world is the same,
There is someone new, In the place I lived once,
His devotion equally good,
There is no reason, To care for me,
With nobody else to die for, Let me stick to his roots,
With my unconditional love, Till I wither in anonymity.
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