As a leaf which falls
Spun by the winter wind
Turning, the world a blur,
Cannot know where it will land
O cold wind,
O barren trees,
Where is the place
For this little leaf?
Is it all chance?
Who controls this gale?
Flinging, whirling
O this cruel winter wind!
As the leaf, so am I,
But I watch as it, while spinning, descends
With soft earth to mingle
To the soil, a friend
Becoming one with rest
Removed from world's sight
Joins unmovable earth
Through death, humble life
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