Leaves fall as if <br />from up the sky, <br />fall to form <br />their motley shrouds, <br /> <br />fall but never <br />question why, <br />amid the branches <br />and the clouds, <br /> <br />past the bramble <br />and the rose, <br />the sun above them <br />comes and goes, <br /> <br />but does not die.<br /><br />Leo Yankevich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaves-16/
