On top of me you fall,
A forgotten leaf, reborn.
Waving gracefully in the wind,
Teasing me about how you once blew away.
The next year arrives, you return.
Walking the forgotten walk on a well tread path we follow.
You shade yourself sunburnt as you rekindle forgotten words.
You fell on me from the tallest tree next to the tallest tower,
Yet you are the weakest of them all.
Waving gracefully in the wind,
Teasing me about how you are again blowing away.
The next year arrives, am I waiting?
