The last language on earth,
Burning the ultimate glory of life,
Along the track of hot air,
Scattered into quatrains shining in the night sky.
The silent language of leaves,
Whispers echoed in the dusk of the forest,
Back to the golden land,
Into the fragrance of flowers in the spring breeze.
A planet brought the water of life to the earth,
The cycle of a fallen leaf reveals the natural cycle,
Withered trees will eventually sprout buds of life on the earth,
The earth containing life will eventually become a meteor and fall in the vast galaxy.