Many men and many pens have written poetry
Many hearts have pondered mystery
Then poets turned to music,
turned to melody
trying to express reality
Like a budding leaf expresses my whole life with you
like a leaf clings to a branch and lives
my heart is bound to you
bound to yo and lives
And has found a sound
this song to give
The song this poet sings
he's sung through the years
fearing that from his branch he'll fall.
And the tears this poet saids,
he has shed through the years
memories of the love that he recalls
Sometimes he whispers his song
"whispers", on the flute
Sometimes he plays it on long strings
But, always this poet
sings his ageless song
while to his sweet branch
he feebly clings