TWO LEAVES                                                                                   

We will bud green together,

a fresh, bright green,

and we will be washed together

by the same water cleaned.

 

We will be fed together

by the same moist earth, the light

and a deeper green we’ll turn together

as the days deny the nights.

 

Yes we will turn our backs together

when the South-west wind blows strong

and we will dance entwined together

as it softens into song.

 

And we will hide the sun together,

show travellers cool shade;

and we will help them rest together

with every journey made.

 

It may be we will fall together

if lightning sears the branch,

the branch which we adorn together

will keep us close perchance.

 

And should we see green turn together

to reds and browns and golds,

we’ll play our glory days together

then watch ourselves grow old.

 

But we can’t choose to fall together

if we reach deep autumn’s end;

you may take your leave on a different breeze

and leave your love, your friend.

 

So let us watch and wait together,

until the wind blows true,

then, letting go our grip together,

I‘ll fly away with you.