i fear the Summer
for Dawn arrives early and her touch that rouses the sky
sends you promptly to sleep
while i am left alone in this blinding light

i fear the Autumn
for when she approaches,
the leaves that conceal my longing for your embrace
gently fall to the terrain underneath

i fear the Winter
for she strips me naked
and destroys the guise i made from the canopy of my brethren –
the canopy that shielded my grotesque body and gnarled veins from your gaze

and i mostly fear the Spring
for when the evening comes and the Wind sings her tune,
sweeping my leaves into her trail,
i wish for her to carry them to you
where i am reminded once more that nothing on this land can reach you
during the night
(since this burning desire that shall remain as it is will never curtail our distance)
and moreso during the day
(when you slowly fade from my sight)