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.