Fluttering red leaves, my fear is close.

In a thousand different thoughts, I would never find answers.

When I woke, I was strong,

When I slept,

I was weakened,


Without breath, without pulse,

I would be decomposable.


Then maybe all of us would see,

Red leaves fluttering about,


How they fall away from the strong trees,

How they grow wings,

How they now rest in peace.