I don’t mind the turning of the trees

The way the limbs bend with their burden

Singing with the wind

I don’t mind the way time is taking me

The white hairs that hide among the gold

Each line that stretches across my face

Reminds me of you

I see you in the folds by my eyes

In the crease of my cheek when I smile

I see you in the turning of the leaves

Hear your laughter in my soul

I don’t mind growing old with the seasons

As long as I am growing closer to you