The Autumnal Leaf
And in autumn I will have answers
to questions you never asked,
thinking it is too late to know, if
what we felt had the name ‘love’.
And in autumn I will have answers
to questions you never asked,
thinking it is too late to know, if
what we felt had the name ‘love’.
its serrated dark brown- faithfully
serving as a wall to the tired travellers.
Do you keep going on
the cliff, much like the mule
carrying you on the hill-mall?
Unmarred by clouds of fear of an
impending strife, for you refuse to
reflect them on your rippling self,
I gently call you, “My own river!”
But even if you consider yourself a responsible user of Nature, in the very depth of your heart, there is a conviction: “The world must serve me—nourish, provide necessary conditions for life, development, and safety. Because I’m so . . . special.”