Woven into my heart
is a thread of sadness,
it breaks uneven,
and defines my soul.
Looking into the leaves
that have changed is
everything that is right,
right at that moment.
They are the vibrant
dreams, the blue sky
in between, the waiting
breeze passing by.
One day, after they
fall, I'll still dream
and remember, the green,
the yellow, the blue,
and you.
