I watch the men, these men, these men,
Blowing leaves, again, again,

Across from us, pram wheels, pram wheels,
A leaf in my face, time stills, time stills,

From natural graves to street centres, centres,
Leafy resurrection, re-enters, re-enters,

They don’t let nature be, be,
A loving friend, to them or to me.

Scatter here to there, here to there,
Polluting the air, the air,

Their pile goes up, goes up,
Gone with one gusty hiccup, hiccup,

The wind blows back, back,
What men do lack, lack.