The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up, <br />as if orchards were dying high in space. <br />Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no." <br /> <br />And tonight the heavy earth is falling <br />away from all other stars in the loneliness. <br /> <br />We're all falling. This hand here is falling. <br />And look at the other one. It's in them all. <br /> <br />And yet there is Someone, whose hands <br />infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn/
