Below the glorious tree on fire
Lone brown leaf, fallen to ground
Left me sad, on gray day.
But soon wind asks for dance
And Brown leaf accepts with joy.
She dances to the grass below
To wind she curtsies gracious low.
"Thanks for last dance, dear wind"
You gave great courage to me
For duty deep, is calling now
To soil I must return that
other leaves, in spring, may grow.