Born with a whisper, out with a sigh
A plume of icy smoke, rising so high
Serene and calm, uneventful and gray
Even the air doesn't remember your name

A foot-print washed away by the ocean
There for a moment, existence so lonesome
You are there, pastel and dull
Yet you are still, beautiful

The last Fall leaf, clinging to the tree
The wind slowly shaking you free
Unimaginably important, your value so little
So very strong, and extremely brittle

Born with a whisper, out with a sigh
A plume of icy smoke, rising so high
Serene and calm, uneventful and gray
Even the air doesn't remember your name