A Leaf

A leaf as he withers, utters sound of beauty, as he leaves the tree in elegence.

A leaf that withered, that alone softly, was all the tree, yet the tree remain quiet.

A new leaf came as old leaf withered, such simple thou life, are we nought life?

Are we nought a leaf? When we wither, become old, why be afraid?

Be a leaf, look a heart, follow thou nature, listen thou voice, call thou mother, guides thou all.

A leaf takes what mother gives, nought he asked himself, why we ask then sir?

A leaf enriched the tree, himself free of all sorrow as he let pass all thought.

A leaf may wither, unafraid as he knew his heart may nought wither.

Wither thou beliefs as thy wither thou deepest fears.

A leaf giveth his all, yet nought he asked the tree.

A leaf reflected of sun's rays, enriched his shinning glow.

A leaf, as he breeze, pure devotion he is, pure silence he is.