and the leaves that were green..

Foggy windows and their misty sheen
Maple leaves.. red, orange, yellow and some still green

Slowly, yet surely they touch the ground
Quietly, without making a single sound

The wind then carries them along
Amidst the rustling there is a silent song

A song that has a story within
You can hear it if you care to listen

Sometimes the story is of love meant to be
Etched painfully in one’s memory

Love that filled hearts with longing
Separation that led to eternal craving

Sometimes the story has a glorious ending
Of love lost and found, of bridges mending

Love that had the power to survive
Even though the world wouldn’t let it thrive

These stories of passion, heartbreak and surrender
The leaves had seem them all and these stories they would shisper

The wind carries these leaves to my window sill
They sit there silently in a night that’s still

They all have a story within
You can hear it if you care to listen