The Tree

Blowing in the summer breeze,
Green leaves thick and coating.
The sun's rays feeding me again.

My leaves of orange, auburn,
Falling down, concealing earth.
Autumn chills run down my spine.

Winter freezes to my core,
Cold winds that wrap around me.
My branches bared to the world.

And heat returns in plenty.
As spring brings back the buds.
Flowers blossom red, a covering.

Blowing in the summer breeze,
Green leaves thick and coating.
The sun's rays feeding me again...

KC - 19/7/05