So sweet is death to us
For his gifts help us all
But people do not know this
That he brought us fall
Every year he paints the leafs
To colors of red, orange, and gold
To show us that even in death
That beauty never grows old
When the leafs fall to earth
He makes them turn to soil
So we can plant our crops
Or he makes them into oil
From the old comes the new
To help us grow up strong
And death helps to show us
That he had done no wrong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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