Evening poem

Sorry for the rhymes (there's no rhyme). Author of pictures is my grandma Barbara Łagodowska.


Leaves
First, we are born, green and clean
Buds of leaves
Immediately stronger than therain and wind
Beginnings of life
Finally, we fall,
Quietly die
In gold cascades

Dead human bodies,
Frozen dead leaves.
And the leaves flying with the wind

Tombs lighted by candles

Death takes us suddenly,
We will run away from it.
And leaves like people
Want to wait with falling

Autumn of life, eternal sleep
We're rotting under the trees
A brief moment, shadow of thought
We die like we lived

And when the gold and rubies fall
To rustle by cooper underfoot
We go where the leaves go, come away with them
Taken from life, beheaded by frost

Before they rake us,
Before they are upon us
Only skeletons
And memories
Let us live as leaves, be green for living
And frozen in mourning before oblivion