leaves know better than i do
the flowers in the meadow must wither
so the leaves on the trees can turn
the leaves on the trees must fall
so snow comes, and then you start to learn
the snow and the shimmer must melt
so the flowers can begin to bloom.
but what am i to do
when the person i love leaves too soon?
the flowers in the meadow have withered
but i am alone here with my thoughts
the leaves still have not turned
and i’m afraid the trees forgot
the world just isn’t right
without you around
the snow and glitter have not come
and the spring birds have no sound.
i am still waiting for the leaves to fall
like i did long ago
but i think they’re smarter than i am
and it seems they already know
- you cannot live your life
waiting for someone to come home
because the seasons have to change
even if you are alone.
so here i am still waiting
seeing if you’ll come back soon
but honestly, i think it’ll forever be
and the moon.