As if woven beads of hesitation
They deepen flowery spirit instigations
To measure and contemplate
What steps to take
Should we join them in falling
And rot as fate anticipates
Or rather clutch the branches tightly?
Outwit the winds
Omit the time for ever
Deny the fate concisely
And leave those who possess only
What they acquired and nothing else
Fear of losing beguiles
Holding the spirit of future with pliers
Where the sight does not reach, the foot will not be set
So maybe to fall as a leaf would be the best...?