The Tree-off me

Listen, there stands a tree in winds afar,

A withered leaf, I, from that tree did depart, 

Now devoid of leaves, that tree forlorn,

 I sat in its shade, dreary and forlorn.

This morn, the breeze carried a tale to me, 

Of your arrival, and a transformation to see, 

The summer has turned to fall, it said, 

That tree now a blazing flame, burning red.

The blooms have blossomed, and the birds take flight,

"So what of you?" the breeze said in delight,

 I smiled and smiled, my heart aglow, 

For I am no withered leaf, this I know.

Tell them,

"A tree of desire, I stand tall,

Not hopeless, but full of life, and longing call."