Sweet leaves! I feel your pain

As your world again grows white

And sunlight's jig upon your vines

Is swallowed up by night.

I blink; miles-per-second

Cars pass

I am an ant upon the sidewalk

A grain in an hourglass.

A moonbeam slips through my trembling grasp

Down my face slips a tear

My mind is weighing heavy

With dreams of Yesteryear.

My slowly falling friends,

Not just for you I weep

As your brilliant skin turns dry

And your bodies drop to sleep,

But for the girl who plucks

A half-dead flower from the tide

Places it into her hair

And dreams she is a bride

She dances off along the path

Behind she leaves in sorrow

The dimming remnants of today

In grasping for tomorrow.