you and me

In withered words
Your story speaks
Through little streams
And nuggets 
Placed in magenta colors

I feel the winds through you
The suns warmth 
And many more such stories told
By many many more of your 
Leafy lores

Swinging your last dance
Upon the rivers edge
Flittering by now here and now there
Not here nor there
You collapse gently
Upon earths floor

With aged stories in you
In you, my love
In you no more