One lone leaf on a tree

An our ago there were three

A strong Autumn wind flew by

Carrying one of the leaves into the sky

Soon after that another breeze blew 

And carried another leaf away too

Now there's one and only one

Quite soon now it's time will come

To be carried away with a cool fall breeze

And be burried in snow in a frosty freeze

As it sits it's time grows short

Soon it will die alone and cold

1981