Moments That Gone By

It was Spring.

We were in an embrace by the riverbank.

The maple tree on the left.

The leaves a mix of yellow and green.

Neither of us spoke.

The words gone with the cold breeze.

In that instant my heart I knew, you will too.

The days were long.

But still Spring's gone.

Then Summer came along.

I stood on that very spot at the riverbank.

All alone.

The maple tree has grown

Its leaves were bright with green.

The tree flourishes, but my heart withers.

It was Autumn.

One evening, I took a stroll.

My legs led me back to the riverbank.

Before my eyes, shades of orange and red greeted me.

The maple tree in its final moment of glory

Against the pale blue sky and the green flowing river.

An orange leaf fell and landed on my feet.

I picked it up and left with it.

It is now Winter.

The first flake of snow fell,

And landed on my shoulder.

Walking towards the riverbank,

I stopped in my tracks.

Standing right by the maple tree,

I see you.

The warmth of my tears rolling down my cheeks.

I laughed.

The tree is now bare.

But you are back.

My heart blossoms as the tree withers.

The moments that gone by,

Draw you nearer back to me.