The wind rips

A leaf from a tree

And carries a babe

Away from its mother

*

Leaves transform

From jade to russet,

Fall to the ground,

And die

*

He stands by the window

Alone,

Watching,

Never moving

Never breaking the trance

In which he is held

*

All the other children

Laugh and play

Never once thinking

That something could be wrong

*

He stands alone

And watches nature die

*

He stands alone

And lets himself die.