Our love grew from nothing
You filled my life with sunshine, happiness and love
We completed each other in every way.
You made me happier than I have ever been.
Then the wind of change came and you let me go,
now I lay on the ground,
alone, empty and dieing.
The last thoughts that go through my mind are of you, us, your sunshine.
"I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have."
Late one night
A leaf fell from a tree,
Brown, green, and very closely.
I looked into its veins and to my despair,
I saw myself laying right there.
Older and mature and nowhere to go,
My life was still not complete but the leaf had to go.
I haven't written a poem for at least 20 years! Here goes nothing...
A leaf that once clung to the tree,
lost it's grip, fell next to me.
It's lushious green was turning brown,
this, the reason it fell to the ground.
The shutter clicks and stores the light,
Forever captured, the little leafs plight.
But along with the leaf, the seeds were sewn,
In a few years time, your ancestors will have grown.
Last line is too long and I can't think of a shorter sentence to say the same thing!
Clinging to his every word,
He asked me if I’d ever heard,
The gentle breeze that tells the grief--
The story of the fallen leaf.
Trembling in the autumn wind,
To the ground he softly pinned.
And stole my heart, a cunning thief.
I’ve stumbled like the fallen leaf.
