The autumn

I am a brown leave of a tree,
I will die in the autumn,
and create a new life,
in the next new spring.

I am a bird,
who will fly to the south,
in my mind,
like the other birds,
and will be back,
in the next new spring.

I will sleep,
the whole dark winter,
and I will wake up,
in the next new spring,
like the next morning.