Tree Is Brown

I love you when the tree is brown

I love you when it’s upright or downed

When the tree is gray

When she’s left unchanged

Utterly whittled away

Atmosphere’s giving way

With so much left to say

So so so much to say

I’m loving you without a sound

I’m loving you when the tree is green

Not a mole can be seen

Lawn crisp and pristine

Atmosphere’s growing mean

With so much left to say

So so so much

So much left to say

Before it slips my mind

Gotta get the cans in on time

Before the straight line wind

Arrives with its 8 am eta

With so much left to say

So so much left to say

So so so much

I did my best to notate

The sound that my love makes

I ended up with a low long-changing syllable

The alarm blared on

Like a perfect love song

I knew it was getting time to be on my way for the day

With so much still left to say