In the rain that quietly falls hides away my love for you yet it is always there, shinning when the rain is through ;
I know your smile in winter rain, like the morning sun creeping by, or the evening tide's return to shore, so your smile returns to me, in every season a passerby.
As all the life, the fire, and skies melt away into the darkness of night, so let my heart fade into the distant stars, where I will not need to count the endless days.
To great beauty that I can see in the moving seasons that brings peace to me, every autumn when dead leaves fall from there I can count and my deathless love recall.
But so is the fire that sets me free that hates the leaves so dear to me, if the dead I can love that does not stay, why not the burning fire that shows the way ?
Most beautiful are the silent leaves, without a care in the world ; no pride or hardness in itself but nature in it's prime, and commits no sinful deed, for serving it's time.