October came and took you with the cold,

Left me here with stories I can't hold,

I drive past your place on certain days,

See you moving through the garden's maze.

There's something in the way the branches bend,

Like they know that this is not the end.

Falling leaves don't mourn the tree,

They just dance and they fall free,

And I'm learning what it means to be,

A falling leaf that's learning how to breathe.

You're planting bulbs for spring you won't see bloom with me,

But I'm grateful that you're growing,

even though it hurts to see,

The way you're building something new from all the broken ground,

And I'm still here,

still learning how to make a different sound.

There's something in the way the branches bend,

Like they know that this is not the end.

Falling leaves don't mourn the tree,

They just dance and they fall free,

And I'm learning what it means to be,

A falling leaf that's learning how to breathe.

We were green once, remember?

Now we're gold and burning embers,

But the earth will hold us gently,

And the spring will come again.

Falling leaves don't mourn the tree,

They just dance and they fall free,

And I'm learning what it means to be,

A falling leaf that's learning how to breathe.

Falling leaves

A falling leaf