Walking down the street alone,
Saw a leaf fallen below a stone,
Dry was the leaf,
Easy to flee;
But the love of the stone didn’t let thee!
Came a lad, picked up the stone,
By the time the leaf was gone,
Waited the stone for the love of his life,
For the loner leaf the world was a knife.
Went the leaf from one place to other,
Searching for its supporter,
Lost the hope, perched on a stone
Then realized it was THE stone…