Apples hang low near the ground.
robins chirrup all around.
sun on glowing maple leaves
gives a red glow that deceives.
Autumn air is flowing near,
though it’s still bright summer here.
wind dismays the flowering rose
as with arrogance it blows.
Leave me one flower for my eyes.
Leave me roses as I sigh.
Leave me not, my dearest one.
Soon enough we shall be gone.
What remains is love alone.
If your heart is not of stone,
Fear not sorrow,fear not woe.
Into this earth all must go.
Then we shall be mixed as one;
all distinctiveness soon gone.
Whether foreign or home grown
None of us shall be alone
Worms don’t see our passport stamps;
Beetles know naught as they tramp…
We will be but food for free…
As we rest beneath the tree.
