We are but falling leaves
Think of your lifetime as one dayIt's fading awayThe shadows are growing longThink of existence as a flame and death as rainStorm clouds - they ride along
At life's eve our flames will ceaseEternally, unavoidablyEventually all paths will leadTo the cemetery
We are but falling leaves in the air hovering downOn our way we are spinning aroundScattered fragments of timeLike beams of the light we areThat's all we are
Think of your lifetime as one yearLook autumn is hereGetting colder, the winter's impendingYour conclusion's drawing near - certain, austere.Yes, only the circle's unending.
At life's eve our flames will ceaseEternally, unavoidablyEventually, all paths will lead to the cemeteryTo the prior deceased
We are but falling leaves in the air hovering downOn our way we will hit the groundScattered fragments of timeLike beams of the light we are
Just when we realize that we are alive, we die