Come O strong ye autumn wind
A yellowed wrinkled leaf did say
Hold me in your strong embrace
And from this world blow me away
Stay a while O wise old one
For your time is yet to come.
You ought to fulfil one last chore
Before you knock on heaven’s door
Left alone on this arid branch
And devoid of all my bloom
What purpose can I serve?
But inspire sorrow and gloom?
Tomorrow at noon of the day
A lone traveller will err this way
See you and admire nature’s play
And at twilight ye shall be blown away!