As from the distance, leaves are falling.
Fall as if the far-off gardens fade into the sky;
They fall with gestures of relinquishing.
And through the night there falls the pressing earth
Down past the stars in lonesomeness.
We are all falling. There, this hand falls too.
Occurring to us all: just look around you.
Still there is one who holds us tenderly
As in his hands we fall, fall endlessly.