ask not for whom the fall flowers

i wrote a poem:

Scholars would have us believe
that the sun rises and sets
as a matter of rotation.

But I know the sun only dances for you.

Learned men will try to tell you
that the ocean tides obey the moon.

But I know the ocean only waves for you.

Scientists will argue
that leaves change in autumn
to wither and die quiet deaths.

But I know the fall flowers for you.

The sun loves to wake to your face
The ocean loves to try to reach you
The leaves love to lay at your feet

Should you ever cease to love them back
the sun, the ocean and the leaves
would serve no purpose anymore.