Swaying Auburn Trees

In April everything was green, a patch of blue couldn't be seen, the orange sun was kept away with dire; I lied down a scented blanket of emerald... while the yellow robins circled above showing their aerial skills that impressed, but the brown-winged hummingbirds perched on plum trees created a piece of music so unique that even a composer couldn't imagine... how inspirational was their song to God! Swaying auburn trees on a November magical day show their lustrous colors to daze minds, their branches undulated by the auspicious wind remind me of that red-headed girl I kissed; did her image vanish before I could express my dismay? I assumed that manifesting passion would bind hearts! This is one of my favorite places I often frequent when loneliness grips me by a feeling of helplessness; I've built an imagery temple to her frivolousness, to someone too sensual and stripped of amorous intent... kissing her under swaying auburn trees that enchant and spread their delusional essence of stifling dissent!