Each time I hear the sound of a falling leaf
from the old chestnut-tree
in my backyard
I think neither of
the principles of celestial mechanics
nor the law of terrestrial gravitation
nor even salvation
of my sinful soul –
I actually don't think at all:
I'm simply
listening to Autumn...
Igor Grey Balatsky
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-183/
