Your heart is open.
Your mind is settled.
So you fall in love with Japanese trees.
And you remember the time you fell in love with the beauty of Monarchs and autumn leaves.
The days brought promises of forever.
And slowly you watched each promise fall as each leaf fell from that autumn trees.
The days got colder.
All that was left to warm your soul was a small cup of tea.
You let the cold rain wash away the memories from your past.
Barren trees proved to you: nothing last.
You tucked and hid those feelings under a blanket of snow.
So that everyone you told about the Monarchs, will never know.
Let the Japanese trees give you hope.
Let Winter be a small reminder to never fall so easily, again