Blowing Leaves

Piano's notes sweep
over me, alive
I see the clouds, whispering
where to, boss?
The trees are less
compliant.
And yet when they take their leaves
And give them up
I'm here to watch
Barters truck
For the seasons call
To everyone
If you grow up
You have to leave
But it's still spring
So stay a while
I'll tree my leaf
and pray for smiles
And while seasons arrive, leave
they're never gone
And so the wind
And so am I 
Here today
Forever nigh