Mother wasnt there.

In every December comes its darkness..in every spring comes a light. the trees leaves fall..all through the night. count the leaves your mother said that early fall day..because when this all ends..your going to wish how many leaves you fell into that day. mothers gone now..died in june. as the sun rises..you cry out for leaves to come back..you cry and cry..but nothing shouts back.you start to grow silent.and hear the rain fall on the ground..you try to listen so hard for a footstep..but you get nothing of a sound. early december you died. of a broken heart. you fell in the leaves one last time..and you started to cry..the only thing diffrent is..your mother wasnt there for the last time.