There once be a green leaf tumbling
But it has never touched the ground
It was flying and taking its time to kiss land.
There was a big distance between the two
Though everybody thought they were so close.
But the distance was an abyss of years
A little child wanted the green leaf to tumble
He took it bitterly and threw it nowhere.
It was moving through the unknown universe
It was still sustaining just because the wind whispered.
This was the leaf destiny
Its sort ere coming and being part of the dead bough
Because of its lightness the wind did steal it
And made it fly unwillingly
The leaf continued its gloomy journey
It doesn’t want to come back to the old tree
It returned to tumble so quietly near the brook
As if it was thirsty, but looking not for a drink
It was rather in need to water its pains
In all of a sudden, the rude child re-appeared
He wanted to make the end
He took it bitterly and tore into pieces
The leaf was no more
There remained but its stem
The last string of the aching guitar
That stem wept the leaf sort
If only it wasn’t separated from the old bough
It wouldn’t suffer in such a way
Though the bough was but a dead one,
It was the only one to hear its beating heart
That heart couldn’t be touched or seen
when the leaf was hung on the bough ..