As the Sun of new Rains
begins to rise

Earth burys' yesters

under guise

Rustling leaves fly

Down the trees

Singing merrily
With the breeze

Perhaps, knowing,its

Their final journey

Still they come
Swaying with pride

Thinking not of the end
But a new life

Proud to be burried and
transformed into dust

To nurture a fresh spring
from earthen crust

 $kuki