Love Again

I fell, slowly at first. 
I was the snow at the top of the mountain that had been softly piling up and waiting for its moment to all come crashing down. 
I was the wood that smoked and turned until it finally caught, glowing brightly. 
I was the oak tree that was planted as a seed and grew for many years into a strong old oak tree, thriving. 
I was the rain slowly forming into raindrops and bringing the flood. 
But snow melts. 
And fire sizzles and burns out. 
Old trees that used to be beautiful shrivel and die. 
Even rain evaporates into thin air. 
Just like our love. 
Our love 
It was slow at first 
Until
The avalanche came and went 
And the wood burnt out 
The once beautiful tree died
And the rain evaporated. 
But I know 
The snow will pile up again
And the wood will catch flame. 
New seeds will be planted 
And it will rain again. 
So I have hope.