Pens And Pencils

The Leaves on a Tree

Every leaf is different
You can even count them, 1..2..3
The dreams we wish to come true; never do
All your secrets are safe with me
I'd never tell a soul; no I'd never dare
Until you'd tell me so
I never got to share my story
Time ran too quickly
But every time I pass by I think of you
So here's my note to you;

The cows still moo and yes it smells like poo
The dirt roads are still there
But there are houses being built in the back
The barn may be gone but the memories are not
Late night stories by the fireplace are soon to happen again
Planes are still flying
You hear sirens often
The leaves never move; but everything is changing

I write about stars often but you know more about me and how much they mean to me
I love the stars and you love the leaves
And I wonder do you still think about me and how I used to throw rocks at the boy who wore boots?