Leaves fall again, carrying remembrance of a lost season
Of summertime, when leaving was easy...
Back then, when my orchard was in bloom
I had a time of my life
Those times when we walked together made sense of us all
We were walking towards trees
With those same fears that we have today
We forget that time shall pa**, and leaves shall rot
And our hearts shall yearn
In my dreams the enamoured ones shall forever beseech for solace like underwood after summer aroused and yearning for its leaves
Sarah, my orchard withers while beauty of yours blossom even in fall