The Sky above it lends a cloud.

In light the leaves are golden with a tinge of amber too
to look at such familiar,
So Beautiful like you

I calved our name infinitive, into the trunk beside falling leaves
And whispered there
A sweet surrender
how love at loss
​​it greaves

but as the grounds recall
Our love and moisten
​​​​​​Leaves of Lifeless fall

The tree it comes with
Higher strength
Withstanding straight
And tall

The sky above it lends a cloud, and calls upon
The gentle rain

Keeping close our love
In memory
And comes to life again.