The leaves fall, soft and subtle
Golden leaves, upon the ground
Rich, as they rustle gently
Their thousand voices pierce the night
They cry, they call, they penetrate

Each a remnant of the past,
Reflections of a future
They fall like rain upon an iron roof
They are the shattering of a window pane
Into a thousand pieces

They are reflected in the light of the moon
And they fall to a grassy plain,
Where the wind is free, unbound by walls
Here they fall like the death of a star

Each is heavy as the ocean
Calm, vast, deep and shallow,
Rough, fierce, sorrowful and sad
Piercing the evening, they take their flight