Drifting to the ground
Landing in the dirt
Leaves off the trees
Like the tears on my shirt
They fall and i shake
Like a tree in the wind
The middle of fall
When will it end
The beginning of December
When the trees are all bare
They may not be pretty
But they are still there
So acknowledge their presence
Then come spring
They will bloom again
And sway in the wind
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
Drifting to the ground
Landing in the dirt
Leaves off the trees
Like the tears on my shirt
They fall and i shake
Like a tree in the wind
The middle of fall
When will it end
The beginning of December
When the trees are all bare
They may not be pretty
But they are still there
So acknowledge their presence
Then come spring
They will bloom again
And sway in the wind
