The leaves, they change,
with so many colors.
And then, they fall
fall fast, fall slow.
the wind picks them up
and brings them to the heavens.
the wind pushes them down
and drags them to the hells.
the fire ignites those leaves
and the rain poors on those leaves.
the leaves scatter, and lose one another
they get chewed up and swallowed
holes in the leaves, that can never be repaired
and no matter how much we wish it to be different,
the leaves still change, and they still fall from the tree.
