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 pass, 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 it's leaves
Sarah, my orchard withers while beauty of yours blossom even in fall