Ode to Innocence
and Experience

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 ?

- Sayan