It's time she said ...
Many a seasons we've spent;
But I have to leave now ...
I'll be a lingering memory till the end.
He tried clinging on
For the sake of another day;
Reliving all those beautiful moments
Holding on till he could, yesterday and today.
Then with a slight jolt,
She freed herself from him...
Till we meet again, she said
Probably, when the flowers bloom next spring.
The sky was turning grey
And the clouds were casting shadows.
A gentle, cool breeze swept her yonder
Away from her love who was left to ponder.
The sun gently gleamed
Over the horizon far, far away;
The skies soon were streaks of pink
As she rode on the tame zephyr.
Till finally the gust dropped her by my window
I lay my eyes on her and picked her up tenderly
Scarlet red with streaks of green was she
Bringing in October, the first signs of autumn glee.
