Tender thoughts, a leaf blade falls,
With all the green it had caught ,
The gone has gone a while ago,
In a stream of sunshine no one thought.


Little drops kept falling on the rose,
The color forever invoked it's ego,
To try and steal that golden yellow,
On its ride over the petal floor.


A cloud would sail up in the sky ,
Over blue waters, a mirror to its white ,
And to touch it's reflection it tries,
A child of eight picks it in his hands.


And a squirrel chases a burning red,
Beyond its reach, yet climbs above a tree,
To bid farewell everyday at eve,
For dawn brings her blushes to be seen.


And tender thoughts are all I have,
And that's all, for now, I have.