Leaves fell silently as I prayed,
I teared and thought of death,
As the falling blood of a blade.
I looked up between the leaves,
the sun stroked me eyes shut,
I cried as one grieves,
though I was uncut.
I have not seen death,
I have never believed,
as silent as a newborn´s breath,
but it is perceived.
If I perceive the end,
I shall live in regret,
then I must try to fend,
that death shall be forever offset.
