So what if the Gingko leaves fall like rain?
At a certain hour the top leaf might decide
the sun is cutting him a little short.
He's definitely made up his mind after he thinks it through.
No one likes getting one minute less than what he's bargained for.
Once he falls, his friends summarize the past few days and decide
this is how it must happen. (and you know what they say,
if this is the way it must happen then this is the way it shall be done.)
One after the other, and sometimes handfuls at a time,
Little yellow fans spread out like the sky.
And just like that, the day is done.