The Giving Tree. (Blogtober #26)

Let us treat our doomed love like
the vivid orange and greens of autumn,
like the majestic trees in our midst that offer their dying leaves with opened, giving hands,
uncaring of the stark emptiness to come but falling ever so gracefully and beautifully onto the cold, hard ground–

The death of our love is impending, my dear,
but let us smile through our tears and bravely sway together in the crisp breeze until our winter comes.