I am your tree.
I will bloom only for you.
Just a touch of your lips and
I unfurl my buds in springtime.
Opening them into fresh
green leaves.
You touch my leaves
and my blossoms proliferate
all their fragrant beauty for you.
Then you leave me
my blossoms cascade
in the air like feathers
of gentle down.
Lost in the breezes of summer.
Then you return to me.
And I pour down my abundance
of sweet fruits for you
to savour.
Then all that is left
is my dark green tired leaves.
You come back to me
and touch me with your
fingers
I turn my leaves
gold and amber and red
a final display of my love.
But they fall to the ground
and I have nothing else
left to give you.
And I know you will
leave me once more.
Before the snows come