I want an end like autumn leaves
That gracefully depart the tree.
A life beyond the edge of branch
My season reached, a freedom's chance.
To drift upon a breeze refined
Descending toward my life's design.
To welcome all these changes sown
From light received to splendor shown.
And when I've reached my place of rest
I hope my life, by then, shines best.
As I depart this withered shell
With peaceful colors chosen well.