To find myself a fairer leaf,
in a jungle of a thousand trees,
would be impossible to achieve,
when she is all I can ever see.
The breath of the wind carries me far,
yet I am all too drawn to her beating heart.
It takes me beyond the Earth and her art,
to where I see my love, brighter than a star.
She floats along, with not a care in life;
her heart races, which then quiets in the night,
sleeping ever so soundly—that is, until daylight.
She rests upon the shadows of moonlight.
She then wakes to a bright and sunny day,
to where beauty can never die in such a place,
to where all the other leaves shall play,
and where she, my fair leaf, may lay—
upon the greener grass of a distant tomorrow,
to where there is no longer any such sorrow.
A place to where time has yet to borrow—
a greener land where we may one day go.
And it is a place that has been in my dreams
ever since I met her, my fairest leaf,
where we may sway to the sound of a melody
that is ever so lovely, and sweet, and green.