It doesn't matter how many leaves

Have fallen from one tree branch

It doesn't matter how it dies, or lives

Just in time when shaking the branch!

It doesn't count when they collect

And become withered in a heap

Whether sun or the wind to reflect

May be blamed all well too deep!

In a mound too impassive to care

Under one sky ready or not

Shall be killed and over humus rot

------Burying a soul so bare!

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