Leaves powder yellow
Upon windowsills,
Drooping and cracking,
Rotting to dust.

Flowers curl brownly
Still on the stem,
Harden and sicken,
Flaking to rust.

Streams eddy grayly,
Brackishly dozing,
Weakly attempting
To regain the flow.

All pass on some day,
Pass into blackness,
“I came like Water,
And like Wind I go.”