As autumn leaves surrender, To the ground’s sweet embrace, They speak of passage and change, Of the dance of existence.
Each rustling a farewell, Each color a heartbeat, In the cycle of life, Rebirth softly beckons.
- Vincenzo Cardarelli
As autumn leaves surrender, To the ground’s sweet embrace, They speak of passage and change, Of the dance of existence.
Each rustling a farewell, Each color a heartbeat, In the cycle of life, Rebirth softly beckons.