Testo: Threnody. Bewildering Thoughts. Autumn.

Once filled with sorrow, wondering,
Only now can I conceive
Descending down onto the earth,
The act is done
I am the leaf, falling from the tree
Colours have faded, wind chills me
Sadness, I am weeping
Now, the storm brings tears
The earth is crying,
For this is the season of dying
Takes me away,
Leaves me
The earth is crying,
For this is the season of,
Dying