[wither.]
Her leaves have w i t h e r e d.
The colors of the red, green, yellow, and brown,
They fall with the wind,
Fall with the smoke,
F a l l.
The hand to the second,
Is too meek to catch.
And so she falls,
And so she l e a v e s.
But the colors have thrived to black and white,
But the branches have climbed to trees so low,
Though still even then,
Her leaves have w i t h e r e d.
