Silent doth the withered leaf fall
Answering the winter's waking call
With its brethren, it leaves its home
For isn't dying better than being alone?

The stars descend from the sky
Streaming starlight as they die
Beauty they display with their last breath
For even the stars succumb to death

The ancient man stares at the sky
He has known it his entire life
Now, as he draws closer to his end
He wonders if the sky will remember him