I want to push him down
into a pile of leaves
Laughing the way children do
I'd fall backwards and he'd catch me
Looking into his beautiful green eyes
resembling the still crisp evergreens
Oh, the trees would be jealous
But also proud-
for their leaves were not wasted
We would lay and watch
the world move on around us
Flowers wilting
Clouds fleeing
Snow eventually following
When its time to fall
into his arms once more
not wrapped in leaves
But in blankets of his love