Fallen on the road.
The fallen leaf lies silently,
On the edge of the road,
It picks itself up and travels with the wind
They listen, they listen and they listen!
To the losses that go unseen,
To the laments that go unheard.
The wind then blows silently,
Whispering these tales to a thousand leaves,
To the ones that are fallen, She says,
“Come, let us travel together,
I do see them happy,
when they see a flying feather,
But I see them,
All of them,
When they see you!”
So, come let us travel together.