Words and deeds fall like leaves,
Against indifferent wind and rain,
Or in the face of furious breeze,
Or conteptful hurricanes.
The leaves they fall deliberately,
With the utmost care and thought,
And die on the ground for all to see,
Their efforts all for nought.
Why then do they fall at all?
Why should they leave the branch?
Why not have the autumn stall,
It's apologetic avalanche?
Words are meaningless you see,
And deeds ring just as hollow,
As leaves rot underneath the tree,
Compassion sure to follow.
The tree spent of all its leaves,
Stands crooked and bare,
Stripped of all its words and deeds,
Willingly it dies there.