The leaves are changing, can't you see?
Each new shade turns my heart
And brings me back to the me I used to be
I miss the trees' leaves of green
Effervescent colors of life around me
The tousle of falling emerald locks
In the brief and gentle passing breeze
Evergreens and pines flourish in the chill
Beauty, I find, gives little piece of mind
When needles fall, just dreams withal
I miss the northern mountains' touch
The way the streets climb close behind
Mystery and mischief just a break-away
Yet never revealing the secret of youth's fall
Scarlett trees remind me of pain gained
From joyous memories distorted by pain
But love remains, in hues of pinkish stains
Jan 11, 2012
Jan 11, 2012 at 6:54 PM UTC
The leaves are changing, can't you see?
Each new shade turns my heart
And brings me back to the me I used to be
I miss the trees' leaves of green
Effervescent colors of life around me
The tousle of falling emerald locks
In the brief and gentle passing breeze
Evergreens and pines flourish in the chill
Beauty, I find, gives little piece of mind
When needles fall, just dreams withal
I miss the northern mountains' touch
The way the streets climb close behind
Mystery and mischief just a break-away
Yet never revealing the secret of youth's fall
Scarlett trees remind me of pain gained
From joyous memories distorted by pain
But love remains, in hues of pinkish stains
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