Bright leaves of fiery red,
Drifting slowly down in gold.
The life of love once lived,
Wilts and withers with the cold.
Seasons in and seasons out,
Evergreen, never growing old.
We grow, we bloom, then bled,
We wilt, we wither, crumple and fold.
Falling down and drifting apart,
Down our separate ways to the ground.
Here below is the grave,
Detritus lie, stories untold.
Bright leaves of fiery red,
Drifting slowly down in gold.