Said a Blade of Grass

Said a blade of grass to an autumn leaf, You make such a noise
falling! You scatter all my winter dreams.

Said the leaf indignant, Low-born and low-dwelling! Songless,
peevish thing! You live not in the upper air and you cannot tell
the sound of singing.

Then the autumn leaf lay down upon the earth and slept. And when
spring came she waked again--and she was a blade of grass.

And when it was autumn and her winter sleep was upon her, and
above her through all the air the leaves were falling, she muttered
to herself, O these autumn leaves! They make such noise! They
scatter all my winter dreams.

Khalil Gibran