My veins are dried
Exhausted by sun's fury
My skin wither
Eroded by the chilling wind
The drops of rain
Sooth my cracked shell
As I fall to the earth
Soaked with sky's tears
For I am the leaf
My psithurism is mute
The sun is my shepherd
And the red autumn is my end
Every fallen brother
Have a place of burial
Beneath the mire
Among worms and weed
When times of mist draws nigh
I know my end is near
I confess my deeds
And embrace the stones
For I am so cold
My sorrow is blind
The branches are my home
And the ground is my grave