Trees

Shes standing tall with the trees.
Gold, red, with rich smells of autum.
Her dark wisps of hair move with the chilled air.
It is you that she would kill for.

Her eyes like daggers.
They spear into your soul.
You cant escape her deadly wrath.

She has out smarted you.

                     [again.]

She challenges you.
You daringly accept.
Wrong again my love.
In this there has to be a loser,
And it is you.

She breaks.
HOW DARE YOU BREAK HER.
This is not the way she is.
She is tall and strong.


                    Like the trees.