Random poem about trees

My love, my life

The one who twits the knife

Why did you go, why did you leave

We had the world in our hands

Now all we have is the leaves

Left behind by the tree of your life

If you were still here

nothing more could rip you away from me

If you had stayed

We would have  flowers growing on our trees

But the autumn comes and goes 

 my leaves turn brown and back 

Autumn comes and goes 

Your tree stays black