Why The Leaves Fall:

Her skin is chapped
From the harsh winters,
Her bare little arms
Are full of splinters.

Her eyes frozen shut
From the ice and snow,
Her tears swelling up
With nowhere to flow.

Her long legs are lean
With frail nobby knees,
A near death sentence
For all things that freeze.

Her battered feeble lips
Carry a frozen frown,
Her flimsy weak stature
Clings to the cold ground.

Her strong reliable feet
Both give it their all,
To hold her position
So that she doesn't fall.

Her heart is lukewarm
She cares for her kind,
But does what she must
For her peace of mind.

Her delicate brittle fingers
Are numb as her toes,
It's never no wonder
She lets her leaves go.