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



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.