The Brown Leaves of Autumn

A brown leaf of autumn

Broke free in the wind,

Turned to see her home,

And the time when he was green

And still on the lonely boughs,

A very long time ago..

Before came the naughty kid,

And thrashed them with his stick

Perhaps for a flower,

Perhaps to pull down a nest,

In all his childhood cruelty,

In all his ignorant innocence,

Thrashed him down instead,

And how in the wind

he went down and down

In circles as she watched,

Green like sorrow, Green like joy,

Green like birth and death,

A leaf of autumn brown and broke,

Sailing on the wind,

Falling down, round and round

All she remembered was him…