Autumn leaves.

Purpose fulfilled, free at last,
They frolicked across the road
As errant children might do
At terms end.

To each beginning, there is an end.

Lifted tenderly by a soft wind,
In eye catching harmony
Each leaf rose and fell freely
Bounding along together.

To each beginning, there is an end.

Adieu, my children,
Spoke the tree mother,
From the soil you came,
To the soil you must return.

To each beginning, there is an end,

For that is the nature of all things.
Birth, death, rebirth, the wheel turns.
Nothing is permanent,
Except the turning of the wheel.