When I walk around outside,

sometimes I see Nature

playing at races.

Over a fleet of leaves,

my feet tread carefully home;

I would give much

to float for miles

in those leafy shoes.

Under those eyes,

peace would be nothing,

fear and death the same,

and every instant

a haze.

What dread works

could I never build

with those hands,

and what failures

could bother me?

The leaf stands

aloof, and I

can only watch it

passing by

my thinking life.

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