SPRING AND FALL

When she dies, let it be spring.
Whispering winds will send her
To the corners of the world.
Places she's been,
And places she should have gone.
There must be a reason
For Spring.

When she is born, let it be fall.
Bright colors welcoming her back
To the earth she knew before.
Places she's been,
And places she will go.
There is a reason
For Fall.