a single leaf from trees above

soaring free like a bird

target practice a man in love

a shepherd without a herd

the leaf goes on and on and on

first second and third

the fourth and fifth and until dawn

a theater of the absurd

the man in love, in bed he lies

with flowers that are dead

given to him by many goodbyes

black blue and red

first he wakes and then he sighs

why wont he die instead?

if he could embrace demise

he wouldn't be in bed

the leaf goes on from house to house

hoping it will find

the man in love one more allows

before he change his mind

the leaf flies quick and finally bows

before the man so kind

leaf and man both give their vows

forever and always intertwined

now all of this and more may come

tell me you comprehend?

this story told is close to done

if you'll your ear me lend

leaf and man and the bigger sum

all of it will bend

to the shepherds will, cause he's got a gun

and this my dear is the end