...And one by one the birds fly to their respective trees
Some nearby, some to other countries,
Drenched with nostalgia and memories,
The pain of parting doesn't start to cease.
Chirping, giggling and tweeting,
The fun had no ending,
A picture painted perfect and serene,
Had to one day change the scene.
How long gonna stay away. No clue.
Who'd then as effectively lighten the dark blues,
Who'd digest your stances however obtuse,
And still be with you throwing sweet abuse
Can't let you go, dunno how to hold on
What if we never return to 'our tree' we so long lived on
Tell me there won't be a time we moved on
I'll be on the same tree... Waiting for you all.
Goodnight/day!
