I went outside to pick up some leaves
Wanting to write on them a letter
I found the tears of many trees
Scurrying around like feathers
Wanting to write on them a letter
I cried for how withered they were
Scurrying around like feathers
Your image became so blur
I cried for how withered they were
Their veins clearly were seen
Your image became so blur
I thought what does it mean
Their veins clearly were seen
Withered hands of age & time
I thought what does it mean
No longer in their prime
Withered hands of age & time
Our love has fallen & decline
No longer in their prime
Fall has come let’s resign
Our love has fallen & decline
I found the tears of many trees
Fall has come let’s resign
I went outside to pick up some leaves