Leaves

Fall into me,

and make me agree.

The leaves turn red,

and disconnect from themselves.

Tell me I’m okay,

and that I have a life to live,

tell me I gave all I could give.

So when I may trip up

I have somewhere to fall

In your arms,

or a pile of leaves.

Tell me I’m not what everyone believes.

They wither as we wonder,

and descend from the sky

as though nothing is awry.

Tell me I’m green in the brown;

that you don’t want to see me frown.

But as the seasons change,

and the trees grow bare

I wonder if I’ll see you there.

Once upon a time,

there was a tree.

She wanted to be seen.

So although she was no evergreen,

she bloomed day after day.

When the nights came

and there was no light to shine.

The wind blew through her,

and her leaves and branches would shiver,

Till all her leaves would unbind.

As winter approaches,

I feel as though I live at a pole.

It takes a toll; endless night.

I just might wish to see you again

under the tree you compared me to.

I hope it wasn’t true,

because as I walk past you’re not there,

and the tree lay bare.