What do you sing me from? 

Autumn leaves, what do you sing me from? 

Whispering, trembling, floating in September breath of air

You sing me from having no fear of falling

Of becoming earth again

Of being reborn to something yet unknown

Something old and entirely new 

An oak tree leaf might become a hazelnut

A dandelion might become a rose

You sing me from your willingness to let go

You sing me from your knowing

Of being part of something bigger

Of something that will never die

No matter how many storms may shake it

No matter how many winters may come

What do you sing me from, autumn leaves? 

Sing me from eternity

Whisper to me

About the fearlessness 

Of All-there-is