The wind it tackles

The leaves and the litter

The leaves and the litter

The leaves and the past

The sun it dries

The paint and the puddles

The paint and the puddles

The paint and the past

I saw the land quickly approaching

the bend in the river

that soon would be passed

I saw her look

I knew she was leaving

The leaves and the puddles

The paint and the past.

Words and drawing T Carroll & R Peoples