Lady, you sit and cry
While all around you the trees shed their leaves
Let your tears
Not be sad, but like leaves in Autumn
Shed not for sorrow
But in anticipation of Joy to come
Look around!
In this dying of the trees
Lie colours
Which your finest clothes cannot match
Do the leaves
As they drop, cry for their loss?
No!
They rejoice for that yet to come
New Spring, New Life, New Colour