Gold on the Leaves

Gum trees, put me at ease

Their tall grey limbs, their sheltering green

And though I like to roam far

sometimes I long to be where I'm fromThe setting sun, retreats on the horizon

The light on the leaves, there's gold in the trees

See these days, I'm bound to cities and crowds

but some days I yearn, and I have to returnTo the shimmering heat; the bold hot sun

that bears down endlessly

A shy little breeze, gathers with me

I sit and I gaze at the space where you used to beThe shimmering heat; the bold hot sun

that bears down endlessly

The rains will come, washed and undone

I sit and I dream of the way we used to be