What dry leaf? You evade the footfalls of my steps?
you run, as if afraid of the sole that comes down upon you
yet, run dry leaf run
for you shall rue the day you ran from it
As a coward, lacking bravery
for even now as you flitter about the underbrush
yes even now, as you dance gaily in the wind
the foot shall seek you out, and that foot will find you
and though you will run, you cannot hide from it
beneath it you will be smattered, the foot
which brings justice, shall rend you to your very being
shattered to the pieces of your core!
as the wind blows and the dry sun blazes
your fleeing will be found vain, as your fate,
the foot, hews you asunder
and then dry leaf
and only then!
will you understand your destiny!!