One By One
of the pool
I sit under a tree
is broken by swans which land so gracefully.
watching the swans as they glide across the water.
All the color is lost
colors as they fall from the oak trees one by one.
as they turn brown, and as the trees stand alone.
I see the
lives of men
Oh, I wonder which leaf
in the leaves. One by one they die off, one by one.
stands for me. Was it the first or the last to fall.
There's a leaf
for a man
I wonder if we are
and the leaf does die just like the happiest man.
like the leaves which return to the trees in the spring.
Is it really all true?
which some people do worship in their religions.
One by one we
We die so lonely while observers watch,
They don't matter,
one by one, not two by two,
violent deaths or peaceful deaths,
for we do die, one by one.
copyright @ Emilio Levra