Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree

Yellow ribbon on the ground  
to be tied to that oak tree.
Under cover of darkness.  
Secret rite. Token of my love.  
Needing it to be your hand
that tied it there for love of me.
 
Cars paraded down the hill.
Skateboarders momently there.
Someone deep in the garden
watching that buoyant world
which guided me faraway.
 
Still here's the yellow ribbon
tied to my backpack, having
passed by many strong oak trees
standing true on their native
land. Their leaves shower down
in a display lost on my eyes.