Leaves

Leaves, i always loved the leaves,
and the songs we sang
to the changes in the trees.
There are replacements now
replacing me.
And i am happy for them,
sincerely.
 
Its just the way of things, i guess.
The pass of the way of things, i guess.
I hope they enjoy the life;
A puppy, a sunset, a cold winter's morn.....
a sleeping willow expecting to be torn.
 
Down the path and stone stepulars,
ferns rising up inside of jamming jars.
It appears too late my friend
to retrace old ground.
too near to the end,
to walk the new land you've found.
 
I've played under sacred banners
of oak trees up on the mound.
I've been out there on greener fields,
With friends to show me around.