Fallen Leaf Poem by kipper Stagg

They sat perched high gazing out over Gods creations in awe and wonder.
Half a century together and never a day apart,
Yet off in the far distance he could hear the roar of thunder.
And to safety they would run laughing, holding hands with love pulsing through their hearts.
Inside they where still young, youth had not past them by.
Time for them had stood still.
A cloud past swiftly over the sun and a cold breeze shook the old oak tree and a single leaf gently fell.
Her hand was lost! In anguish he searched for her aimlessly but she was gone and through his veins a deathly chill.
And in his heart a silent hell!