The life of this tree begins to change.
Leaves from green to red, to orange, to brown.
Falling gently to the ground.
There is no escaping fate.
Temperatures are cold; a white blanket has taken over,
the soul of this tree hanging on by a thread.
Tall and sturdy but leafless and naked,
Persevering and persisting through the tough conditions,
it is now time to rebuild its beauty.
Little buds arising with the utmost potential,
they begin to develop. It’s on its way.
Green, filled with energy and life
enjoying its presence and power,
For what seems like only a short while.
The life of this tree is about to change