«Ancient, terrible tree,
You drink the light of leaves,
And shed the leaves relentlessly.
My heart is April-green,
And its belief
Is in sunlight, not in trees
Or secret roots it has not seen.
My heart is light as a leaf—
Let it go dancing down the breeze!
Withered and beaten, sodden, drowned,
It shall see faithful leaves turn red and gold,
And cling, and hold;
Until despite their gold and red
They flutter to the ground.
Shall leaves remember flying
When they are dead?». – "Cythaera and the leaves" by Marjorie Allen Seiffert.