Today has got to be the end of something
every leaf blown seems a final breath
you must be of a certain mind
to see that kind of melancholy
in beauty

It must be said
the thing goes on and on
maybe possibly
that's your ending
you knowing
you won't be seeing
life's final beating
Saturn's rings. . . .

Leaves are blowing,
saying goodbye
A billion day times
one day the sun will
change (it will die)
something new will come

So I'll say goodbye today
because in all your searching,
today is the end of something
the beginning and the never-changing time
the one moment
Today seems the end of something

When you know it,
and everthing else moves on as planned,
the crickets do their chirping,
the dogs their running,
the winds its blowing-
you know you are a time-capsule,
at that moment you are remembering