Ephemeral The Leaves

Ephemeral the leaves that dance in the wind

Decay'd to the brown of late autumn's tint

Fleeting the memories of midnight dreams

Crumbl'd to pieces by dawn it seems

Brief ash this life we hold close to our heart

Just as we rise to fly we are torn apart

What greatness does last? We are soon dust

And into the hands of the Father our souls are thrust.