EVERY LEAF TENDS EARTHWARD, by MAX DAUTHENDEY
First Line: A mist hangs over the morning like snow Last Line: Oh, take me too when you come to die.
A mist hangs over the morning like snow, it hurts the leaves on the birches so, that they fall, yellow, and flutter, dumb, and every leaf to the ground would come.
We walk behind the leaves wind-blown, they fly away into the unknown. I follow as blindly when you go by— Oh, take me too when you come to die.
