Leaves fall when the season ends

The end begins

The day desire for immortality

Begins to wane

Delicate and fragile moment it is

One observes the change, but

Not easy to accept the change

Painful is the final separation

From the yawning emptiness of the pupils

It is easy to certify a dead

But not easy to accept the death

Denial is impossible

Gradually one falls apart

Departure is certain

Not known is the destination

One comes with fists closed

Ready for aggression and acquisition

One goes with fists open

Nothing can one take away

Leaves fall when the season ends

And the spring brings

New buds on the trees