when you'll be gone

When the Sun shines
and the leafs fall
what best then your smiles
could keep me in full control

of keeping my cries
when you'll be back and out of this role
of giving skies
new shades [and] to the world a new pole?

Because as painting are as crafty
as rivers and songs
are full of divinity
you'd make of my heart
a treasure hold with the best memory