old Grey

I remember the way it once was
old, grey, brown and kissed glad
things they are remember who
the longest drawn line from here
there will be and she with us
like the broken limbs
the wind to heavy to crack
but the leaves
the leaves
are always just right
to touch the grass
the blades of thin and old
of green to brown too grey.
Do you remember the wind?
Do you remember the grass?