THE LEAF

the parking lot is full today 

i found a lone space, it is free 

slowly i drove my way 

under the old and towering  tree 

getting out from the car i saw, 

brown leaves, in the wiper and in the hood 

the lawn beside was a clean, green hue 

not a leaf fell there, as yesterday, it should 

picking the leaf, memories came 

looking at it, so very long 

and melancholy surged in, just like a flame 

a flame ignited, again so soon 

now i meditated at the fallen leaf 

i know my time too will come along 

deep inside, I felt no more grief 

somewhere, i heard a distant song