Trees are raining
 Leaves, as the silent remains
 Of a summer who's dying
 A seasons change
 
 Another wind now blows
 Bleak, a new story to be told
 Waiting on what follows
 Youth becomes old
 
 And what to do tomorrow
 The same as every day
 Nature colours with sorrow
 Her beauty fades away
 
 What will rest of Thee
 A memory you become
 A branch of my eternal tree
 A memory you shall be