Falling leaves in autumn,
Washing all the sins away.
Crushed under the feet’s rhythm,
Mixing with the soil and clay.
Washing all the sins away,
Headed to fresh new start.
Mixing with the soil and clay,
Fixing the broken heart.
Headed to fresh new start,
Blooming flowers in spring.
Fixing the broken heart,
Like melodies from violin’s string.
Blooming flowers in spring—
Gave me a fresh new start.
Like melodies from violin’s string,
Solace that flowers bring to my heart.
A Pantoum presenting a complete loop from decay to rebirth and renewal and the solace we find upon renewal.