The leaf fluttered down like a wounded bird
But before it touched the ground
The wind caught it up in a merry dance
And it spun the leaf around.

It rose and it fell and it glided on
And turned circles in the air.
It cried to the wind “I owe you so much
I knew I was born to fly.

For all through my life I have felt confined
With my life stuck in a tree.
But now at my end I can be content
For at last my soul flies free.