Poetry: Pint Of Life

Green leaves on tree, leave
only when dry
Your thoughts on my mind, leave
never even when eyes go dry.
Is it tree that shred, or the leaves
decide on their own, to
part away;
It is not coast that strive for waves, waves,
what so ever time leave shore,
sooner or later, always come back.
Tears or no tears, year after year,
your image, your thoughts,
as green fresh leaves on tree,
as stormy waves relaxing on shore.
I am a tree.
I am the shore.