“The Dark never enters, but it also never leaves”
The leaves meditated
Beneath the purple sky
Above the yellow fiery sea
They had fallen from the tree,
After living for hundred score years and three
Now, what did they see
Birds in a sequence and ships in a fleet
The leaves meditated
What did they feel?
Has Spring gone already? Has Autumn come?
They moved with the soft waves
And what did they hear?
Was it the sound of rain!
They meditated…
They had fallen from a tree
After living for hundred score years and three
Now they were ashore
They meditated for long
Then they turned grey.
“The Dark never enters, but it also never leaves”
