Upon the soft breeze it slowly floats away
like leaves on a colorful Autumn tree.
Upon the harsh northern winds it flies
and is gone forever from my sight.
Like a dream in the night that fades
with the alarm clock's chimes
I watch it quickly leave.
When I open my eyes at last
from my mid summer's nap it's
pleasant dreams are gone.
When at last I realize what it means
you are gone far away from me.
Donavon Scott Vinson