The Difference

People are like leaves, fluttering and gay on the bush of the globe,

or they are like leaves, rustling thick, in crowds on the floor of the earth.

And the thick, fallen crowds crackle and crumble under the milling of the winds,

the winds of change that will not be still,

the breath of life.

But the living leaves in the breath of the wind are more lively,

they glisten and shake.