01 February 2010

Seasons Come and Seasons Go

How lonely a flake
The first of many to fall
The boy is awake

Smiling a smile
As the greenery grows
Happiness a while

Steal the boy’s sunshine
He has much to give away
But, here is a sign–

A wilting leaf weeps
Telling of loneliness
The boy again sleeps

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