As I stood by your grave this fall <br />The wind blew a leaf past my face <br />Then it gently rested on top your marker <br />With an air of full of grace <br />That leaf made me smile a bit <br />For it reminded me that in life <br />There will always be death <br />And death always finds us in time <br />That leaf told me a story <br />Of how it lived and how it died <br />It made me realize that we’re the same <br />That little leaf and I <br />Then the wind picked up the leaf <br />And then it flew away from me <br />But made me feel happy inside <br />And put my soul at peace <br />My friend, even as you rest <br />You are also like the falling leaves <br />Though you have died, your soul <br />It still travels with the breeze<br /><br />Wallis minten<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-the-falling-leafs/
