Spring has arrived.
Fresh green leaves decorate
The warm wooden figure.
A soft breeze converses
With them and much more hither.
Summer is here.
The golden sun gleams down,
Polishing the tree\'s smaller companions.
Diverse insects venture through the high terrain,
All while the leaves float above low-lying canyons.
Autumn is present.
The warm colors are cascading
Down each crisping leaf.
After, they descend to the pavements,
Where they are pushed around in disbelief.
Winter is now.
Withered leaves tumble around,
Breaking apart quicker as time passes.
The last will feel nature\'s loving breath,
Then soon will be reborn through its benevolent ashes.
BG
-06/11/2017-