Counting Leaves

I have counted leaves
Which fall to the wind; take all the green.
Please explain me the way;
The direction is plain for those who can see.
Walk out to the tide
Break the new wall; take it alone

Chorus:
Now growing below; movement in the earth.
What comes by the end remains on the path
To where it will be; to where it will be.

Gone back, numbering dreams;
The colour in time thought of in me.
I thought, but effort controls.
Why bother the one who is silent in prayer?
Stay like a mountain fixed,
Where the animals dwell in a heart made of land