Looking at that tree standing there
Stoic strong and almost noble
Beauty in every finite detail
But it's growing colder now
The sun hides most of the day
The season is changing
The warmth of summer growing distant
And that tree stands strong still
Its leaves are beginning to fall
Dropping softly to the ground below
Some dance about the ground
Others carry on the wind
In a delicate ballet with hidden end
Getting farther and farther from home
From the tree that made them
Most dropping in a sudden rush
To the ground to wither rot and decay
Soon nothing but reminders
Of the beauty that is no more
And that tree standing there
Once strong tall and proud
Stands there now naked cold and alone
Begging for its winter to end
To be tall proud and beautiful again
Knowing that when leaves return
They may in the end drop too
Accepting that ebb and flow of life
Ever wishing to be covered again
