Elizabeth Sheaffer - Falling Leaves and Fulfilled Wishes lyrics

The tree inside my windows is no longer fresh and green. The leaves are crisply brown now, and slowly drifting to the ground, creating a pile at the base of my trunk. Each day one of these leaves, leaves which were once bright, full and unfurled, curls in on itself and whispers down into the ever-expanding pile. The scene to some may seem bleak, dreary and depressing, but these dying leaves that fall from my branches are my goals and dreams, and they curl up and fall as I fulfill them in order to make way for my future leaves.