The branches seemed to crawl up forever.
Hidden in a collage of leaves were millions of thoughts lay to sleep.
There they were sent to spend the winter. Or, the years.

The child who wished for a pony, the teen for a lover, and one for the one who is no longer here.
Tided together we live our lives, touching the ones who fill our hearts, walking by those we don't know by name.

Have you ever thought about that day? That moment? Will I ever meet you? Will you ever find the one?
There they lie gathered together, until you call to them again.
Hidden in the fall, by a coat of orange leaves.