Mirracles

 
Falling leaves of red and blue
On the sand...So brightly new
Is the living
When I'm leaving

Falling skies are more than flight
When I'm dark but look so bright
When I'm leaving
Smiling, dreaming

Wet and brown are legs and hands
When I come to winter dance
Slightly living
In the evening

Living, leaving,
Dancing, breathing,
In the night so slightly being...
Through the mirrorcles of five -
Go again, my human's life!