I read this poem at Lee's funeral. Fallen leaves Leaves that blow from autumn trees Prepare the way for winter freeze To chart the paths of moving time A cycle plays out nature's rhyme Though sometimes leaves do fall in spring The sound's an unfamiliar ring New from buds the leaves they form They grow amidst the sun so warm So why do some release their bounds? And tumble gently towards the ground To disconnect from what they know And sacrifice the chance to grow Only God can know these things And why he calls for leaves in spring Perhaps leaves choose to ride the wind To find some place to start again