Even the greenest leaf commits suicide.

She falls as the wind comes,

Swinging from the sides.

She knows it’s better to have her feet on the ground

Than to live with her head on the sky.

Even the greenest leaf commits suicide.

Looking down at the sidewalk,

She’s sure she’s tired of following running clouds.

Instead, she prefers stones that sit still.

Even the greenest leaf commits suicide,

She’d rather die than kill.