Now furrowed and closely furled,
Their dull,dry faces full of pores,
They lie on the dirty,dusty path,
To be trampled by careless passer-by.
These very leaves
Were once full of life!
Till ,with harshness
They were felled by wind
To decay and to be forgotten;
Yet will fresh leaves sprout in spring!
In these lifeless leaves
I see those souls
Whose beauty and fame
Have been withered by Time!