Autumn

Yes, I'll fall for you,

Return to the ground;

It's life anew,

We are all dust-bound.

Will you catch my fall?

Now I feel afraid.

If for help I call,

Will you come to my aid? 

Make a promise to me:

Promise it won't hurt;

I am high up on a tree,

Now I am uniting with dirt.

You've been so kind

To my progenitors,

And if you don't mind,

Make me fall first.

For parting is

Painful and hard,

It's inevitable to not miss

The brood in the yard.

And the end I know

Is not this,

For when comes snow,

We will be at bliss.

I was green, and now I am red,

One of many leaves 

That'll sit on the leaves' carpet

Or the houses' eaves.

But whichever be it,

In the end

Alas, somewhere I'll sit,

In the company of a different friend.