Beauty descends upon our heads like autumn leaves, drifting lazily across a blood-orange sky. We speak to each other softly yet clearly — every word resonating with affection and awe. Your eyes are consumed by mystery, overshadowed by doubt and fear, yet that sparkle of hope and compassion remains as we lie beneath this Tree of White, reflecting each pure leaf as they hang on the boughs above us.
Yet every vein is etched in red as it travels between canopy and ground, scars telling the tale of struggle and loss — heartbreak for the hopeful lover.
This Tree is our haven of refuge and serenity. Indeed, it is our first meeting place, and the location of our final rest. It serves as a reminder of where we’ve been and a map for where we are going – the shade to hold back the sweltering heat. It is a vision of you, my dear, when all other lenses become cracked, distorted, or fade the image altogether.
I am preparing for my journey to the Tree so that I may wait for you or find you waiting for me beneath the White, where the salve produced by leaves can heal the deepest wounds and give rest to the weary soul. And after every journey we embark upon together, we will return to this spot to reflect upon our adventures, to patch ourselves up, and write down this latest chapter of our lives; recording every moment so as not to forget where we have been, or what we have learned. Each word will be copied upon the leaves that surround us, and once the final chapter’s penned, we shall climb the tallest summit and toss them to the wind, allowing their legacy to spread around the earth!
Leaf by leaf.
Once we have rested from each adventure, we shall set out again to explore more places and create more chapters; we will learn and grow in ways we could only imagine before our introduction and the discovery of this Tree. We will leave our footprints scattered around this world, and they will know those depressions belong to us.
So come find me, my darling. The directions to this secret place are already engraved on your heart.