these are the leaves beneeath the tree  that stands beside the road  that runs from north to south,   and i may even  admit there's things  i wish i'd said.   their colours faded days ago and lying  there on cold, wet earth, in chaos,  and i understand, bacteria and mould  is now reducing them to nutrients,   and leaves don't dream, as they lie there, silent,  on the cold, cold ground.   these are the leaves beneeath the tree  that stands beside the road  that runs from north to south,