Play with me as you always did,
of false promises
And neglected vows.
Blossom it will, as it always did;
Of fresh mornings
And sweet memories.
Fondly remember me, as you always did;
In silent prayers
And midnight whispers.
Fail me, as you always did;
Travelling hurriedly
singing a melancholic song.
For the winter will give away to spring, as it always did.
For the snow retains enough warmth to beckon the rain.
For the branches have enough strength,
To support the wings of a new leaflet.
As it always did.
