Flying Firs

The Leaves
The leaves leave the tree
gently reach the ground
The tears leave the eyes no one
could save them from fallin’ down
The words leave the pen to compose
a poem in your late nights fillin’ the hole
Early morning the empty room
you’ll feel the smell of your ripe fruit
Don’t cry mother the right time has come
Don’t cry mother the right time now has come
The leaves warm the ground
long the tree will live
The tears wash the eyes
long they will shine
The poem that shakes you
long will resound
‘till the children’ll come back home
and the mother’ll take care of them
Don’t cry mother the right time has come
Don’t cry mother the right time now has come
The boats leave the port
without a destination
sailing how to read
a storybook
The wind will push them
beyond imagination
anyway
you’ll be there waiting for them
One day the wind will
bring away the leaves
and the air will
dry the tears of your eyes
The music still
sounds sweetly
always take care of them
Flying firs 2019