A leaf stood and left all dead leaves, then it ran with the wind. . .
lets do the north where the air bleeds,
if not then, south so we can yearn all of my needs,
well if you wanna go east, why not,
i dunnwanna go west,
men lives there.
They will crush me as soon their foot welcomes me.
When can men ever trust, when they can’t even respect us leaves.