Autumn Leaves
Aching branches let their leaves fall
On cold and empty ground.
Thus orange-tinted leaves of all
Enmesh their tears around.
Days of shedding tears will start,
and for days it will remain
The tears will call the winter's heart
To visit once again.
Caught in fallen leaves of trees,
those tears like morning dew
may now to heavens be released
To earn the winter's blue.
Given time to dry their eyes,
those angels from the sky
will now reward their sacrifice
while falling snow drops by.
