The night drifted the sun away
What would love be if it's a leaf?
Love, for some, is an autumn in the springtime
The richness of the root flourishes the tree
If leaves starts to stumble, what thing would that be?
The coldness of the breeze kissed the day today
Sound of the wind is a song to my ears
The touch of your hand is like love felt for years
Having the strenght from a branch that stiff
Though summer sun blessed its face
and greenness of the spring brightens the pace
When autumn comes, it falls, and ends the chase.
And tumbles when the season is not in rhyme
Relationship perhaps, is just a filty game
That, when the tough gets going, the going gets lame.
The beauty of the flowers astonishes the tree
The greeness of the leaves adds color and life
That able the nature stand still in strife
If seasons starts to change, what else will I see?
Worst of all is asked and answer to bring
What would happen to us if the last leaf kiss the spring?