Trees are raining
Leaves, as the silent remains
Of a summer who's dying
A seasons change

Another wind now blows
Bleak, a new story to be told
Waiting on what follows
Youth becomes old

And what to do tomorrow
The same as every day
Nature colours with sorrow
Her beauty fades away

What will rest of Thee
A memory you become
A branch of my eternal tree
A memory you shall be