Each time I hear the sound of a falling leaf <br />from the old chestnut-tree <br />in my backyard <br />I think neither of <br />the principles of celestial mechanics <br />nor the law of terrestrial gravitation <br />nor even salvation <br />of my sinful soul – <br />I actually don't think at all: <br />I'm simply <br />listening to Autumn...<br /><br />Igor Grey Balatsky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-183/
