She walks at the sun is about to set
Her little feet crumbling the dry leaves
As she trolls slowly in the woods
Like a lost butterfly in a new fresh meadow
She walks by every tree on her way
Touching them, as if embracing her new home
She also collects all the leaves
Which reminds her of her own beauty
Torn, rusty and raw at every edge
She awaits her love for motions of falling leaves
As they all fall slowly in the lake
Why would she be here?
Why would she smile among the woods?
Where a lost skater boy watches her
Sitting alone in empty woods
Whilst she gawks at him like an eagle
For all she knows, he reminds her of someone
Someone she loved long ago
Someone who said he’d be gone
And for someone who promised love for eternal
But left her alone to be in love
Had he made fool of himself?
Did he not know her at all?
How could she be in love with him for eternal?
When he told her that this was a love of fall.