Gardens in the Skies

"The leaves are falling, falling as from way off,

as though far gardens withered in the skies;

they are falling with denying gestures.

And in the nights the heavy earth is falling

from all the stars down into loneliness.

We are all falling.  This hand falls.

And look at others: it is in them all.

And yet there is one who holds this falling

endlessly gently in his hands."

                                             Ralph Waldo Emerson