As I stood by your grave this fall
The wind blew a leaf past my face
Then it gently rested on top your marker
With an air of full of grace
That leaf made me smile a bit
For it reminded me that in life
There will always be death
And death always finds us in time
That leaf told me a story
Of how it lived and how it died
It made me realize that we’re the same
That little leaf and I
Then the wind picked up the leaf
And then it flew away from me
But made me feel happy inside
And put my soul at peace
My friend, even as you rest
You are also like the falling leaves
Though you have died, your soul
It still travels with the breeze

Wallis minten

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