A leaf is hurled and swriled with force,
the wind shakes angrily longing
to find out why, what is the source
of all the pain, cause of mourning?

Is it the trees that he caressed,
is it the waves he raised and pushed,
Is it the words he was so blessed
to carry, by lovers uttered

A leaf is torn apart, wind groans,
can't do more now than flip a coin,
his might erodes the sturdiest stones,
but those apart he can't rejoin