Solitude was my joy
Silence was my strength
And then unknowingly I crept into the fancy world carrying all my love.
I chose a branch, a branch that I thought was strong to swing
Litte did I know I was an old leaf, to be accepted by the tree.
No! said the tree,
I can’t bear an old leaf, amidst my young green leaves.
I was swept by the strongest wind, wrinkled and cracked covered by the darkest dust.
I returned to my solitude, I returned to my joy.
One day I’ll dust myself and high I’ll fly…