Falling Spring Leaves (also in my new chap book. ORDER ONE TODAY! lol)
Falling Spring Leaves
Corrado.
I’m going back to the beginning,
Where trees blew their leaves in the brisk wind
And grass grew tall and itchy.
Where birds flew all day, and chirped all night
And Owls howled at the moon.
Where Spring lasted years,
Pretending to be all seasons,
And each month being newborn, renewed.
The beginning seemed so warm and new.
I remember those long nights under the moon.
I remember those long days beneath the sun.
And I remember those days lasting forever
With my hand in yours.
I recall
The sweat from my hand
Mixing with yours
For we would spend forever
With our hands clasped together.
Eventually
The burnt yellow leaves
Of the newborn spring trees
Began to shed.
Corrado.
I’m going back to the beginning,
Where trees blew their leaves in the brisk wind
And grass grew tall and itchy.
Where birds flew all day, and chirped all night
And Owls howled at the moon.
Where Spring lasted years,
Pretending to be all seasons,
And each month being newborn, renewed.
The beginning seemed so warm and new.
I remember those long nights under the moon.
I remember those long days beneath the sun.
And I remember those days lasting forever
With my hand in yours.
I recall
The sweat from my hand
Mixing with yours
For we would spend forever
With our hands clasped together.
Eventually
The burnt yellow leaves
Of the newborn spring trees
Began to shed.