Leaves cling to their branches
They flutter in the strong east wind
All of them aimed for Death
Dead already, really – not knowing –
Still they dance fragile and ignorant
They will all surrender to the unrelenting wind
To the fading light
Impassive and impenetrable
The sky holds the secret
Too blue for words anyway
The leaves will layer in icy sheets
On the impervious ground
But today, they dance madly
Heedless and golden
Oblivious to the truth
