Small leaves lay upon the ground
Kicked up by feet of no conscience

Sycamore trees in summertime
Stolen smiles behind shimmering rays
Laying down in fields of gold
Honey wheat and busy bees

Songs of thrushes blackbirds too
A symphony of warbled words
Playing sweet melancholy tunes
To ears that listen intently now

How the earth plays its best
To lovers that rest now
Willing the world to stop
And holding one another's hand

If all the time could be spent
Forever laying here
Then this is where I would love
To end my days amongst heavens play

I am last season's remains
a cracked, dry petal
fallen off a prinses irene tulip.
I beg for attention,
for human affection
much like a plant demands
water to live. Please tell me the lonely
winter is over.

I saw her on the social scene
Fell in love with her mystic ways
Playing on my emotions
That mocha skinned dream

Eyes like emeralds
Lips so cherry red
Every man wanted her
To lay inside his bed

Hair so long cobalt black
Like the mane of a wild mare
Watching all the men so wild
Trying to tame and care

Then just a glance did she afford me
The look that slayed my fears
A smile crept along those lips
Deepest red for me to share

I smile back and swallow low
Wishing my heart could slow
This mocha skinned beauty now
Is mine in time I know