Leaves

Falling, falling cold and brown
Dead in the wind, dead on the ground
My time has passed like birds in sky
Circling, diving, distant, shy

Now winter comes, freezing, harsh
This snowy grave upon the marsh
Another season fresh has passed
Long days of sun fading fast

Slumber now throughout the land
Some will wake, some will stand
I will join them if I can
Spring's rebirth for this old man

Waiting, waiting under ground
Here in darkness spirit bound
I hope to hear the springtime sound
Only then will soul be found

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