Harsh winds howl past

Creeping far over the rise

Across the lonely skies.

Down in the valley below

The leaves are blown around

In the wistful currents abound.

Leaves cry in the bitter wind

Carrying loud whimpers and moans

For their final destination’s unknown.

Some might feel much sorrow

Now knowing where they’ll fly

And so to the winds they cry

Out to the sun and sky

And over great earthen mounds,

“Die down, bitter wind, die down!”