There stands a special tree

with antler branches and asinine bushels that laugh

but the most special part about it

are the red fruit leaves.

Not fruit as in apple or mango

although it matches in color.

The red fruit leaf tree yields fruit colored leaves

twirls wildly with eachother like partners in tango.

Wind howls as the clouds grow darker.

Floods swallow the roof of cars

and the rain pours to reveal a deadly reaper

standing by to watch us suffer.

Hope seems starker.

but even in the thunder

with shadows like the night

the red leaf tree's colors glow with pride;

a promise made, never torn asunder.