We Are but Falling Leaves

Think of your lifetime as one day It's fading away, the shadows are growing long Think of existence as a flame, and death as rain Storm clouds there right along At life's eve our flames will cease Eternally, unavoidably Eventually all paths will lead to the cemetery We are but falling leaves in the air, hovering down Unaware we are spinning around Scattered fragments of time, like blinks of an eye We are That's all we are Think of your lifetime as one year Look, autumn is here Getting colder, the winter's impending Your conclusion's drawing near-certain, austere Yes, only the circle's unending At life's eve our flames will cease Eternally, unavoidably Eventually all paths will lead to the cemetery To the prior deceased We are but falling leaves in the air, hovering down Unaware we will hit the ground Scattered fragments of time, like blinks of an eye We are Just when we realize that we are alive We die