a leaf has fallen, the tree is withering fast
Every moment I see the wind rip something else from the tree, it's dying
I feel its anguish and its weak heartbeats, the tree is extinct
autumn has been aggressive and has shaken its roots
winter has frozen his heart and it seems spring won't be warm enough to keep him warm, he's slowly dying
its end has come, hundreds of years and everything is reduced to a farewell without an audience, a goodbye without memory and dead fruits
