The day we met,
the leaves were red.
"Nice to meet you"
that's what you said.

Our simple conversations
and you're witty replies.
I made you my friend
because of the twinkle in your eyes.

The day we became closer
the red leaves had vanished.
The barriers surrounding us
they had been vanquished.

Together we laughed,
and I was in awe.
Our meeting was a blessing
that' s all I saw.

The day I called you my sister
the leaves had turned green.
I wondered, all my life,
just where had you been?

We talked and talked
until we could no more.
We could never part
I was so sure.

The leaves turned red
when the sad news crept.
I had to leave
and my heart wept.

Then came the day
when we said goodbye.
Though my lips smiled,
my heart did still cry.

The day I left,
the leaves were dead.
"Please don't go."
That' s what you said.

I promise you this,
we'll meet again someday.
When the leaves are green
and the skies aren't grey.