Cloves

Leaves dancing in the wind Tree branches bare and thinned Heart waxing, warm and soft To splendid heights I'll soar aloft And fly off to a tropic land Where winter doesn't have a say To trace your name into the sand To dream of you throughout the day And when the sun begins to set Its waning rays not gone just yet Colors still in grand ballet A bougainvillea bouquet I'd think of you, I'd want you here I always like to have you near Right at your side I'd want to be Together sitting by the sea