Sounds are all gone
Trees, trees, you whisper to me,
With your sweet hushes,
calling to me.
The wind lets you speak,
in dulcet sounds, trees softly sing with their crunchy leaves
They remind me of your voice,
your Aryan eye.
All the parts of you
that woo'd me
soothed me,
But our kismet has long been forgotten
Fall is now gone,
These sounds make me wonder,
of what once was, once was,
But shall never be
To be in your arms,
to be held, be loved,
to never be forgotten,
to be yours, and let all time stop
But fall is now gone,
It's now all quiet here.