So many days I’ve wondered what’s to come
The resignation left me to my fate
The changing winds blow stronger than before
And all to soon it seems it’s all too late
Now turning like the leaf in Autumn chill
In spiral up in air then floating down
So soft the merest whisper in the wood
And lucky not to fall on stony ground
On leaving how I yearn for evergreen
The leaf with such desire not to drop
I’ll pine for you afar as it’s not I
Who cleaves us and delivers searing chop
So who decides that I’m deciduous
If leaving is what has befallen us


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