Little leaves quivered in the cool spring breezes;
Each naive leaf was dancing
In the pleasure of being.
Ah…I remember old Silenus’s sneezes
At pollen dripping from overfilled bee’s kneeses
Onto his nose; fauns kicking
Up their heels and gig’ling
At the silly sight; we laughed, too. Time freezes
The old memory. Loving you was easy
Then. Your big, bright eyes sparkled
Like Morning’s dew drops; your full
Lips flushed like the spring rose. Ah…life was breezy
Then, but the dry leaves shiver on the old tree.
I wish us there or you here. Come, dance with me.