I can’t wait for this moment to last forever— The dance beneath the trees. But I see another fall, Leaves: memories forgotten, Waking between death and— I see another fall. Downcast, it silently faces spring. I know this moment won’t last forever. Barren trees look odd in the breeze. I don’t want seasons in heaven. I don’t want an end to spring. Falling from heaven, You leave these dreams To be burned forever after eternity. If it’s taken away anyway, Am I to love what I have today? And what does that leave tomorrow? Do I look forward to transience with sorrow?