First Love

Green the leaf that fell too soon Shocking display of premature bloom As if, some way, life spun too fast To end as swift as it did last Crisp, still moist with much to say From the tallest branch Where the Oak tree lay In haste, too quick To breathe it's time Such as this hastened heart of mine Fresh as linen with an air of lace Take clean white tissue to flush of face Rose pink complexion A blush too soon As I make my exit to another room Take steps gently, ne'eer rush nor race Be sure of words, don't hesitate Or sure as green, the leaf fall too soon Under the tender footsteps of a bride in June Nature twines her hand with love Conspires to touch two hearts that should In her own time There is no haste Neath the shades of green Where the Oak tree waits