Leaves

My colors bloom and die with the seasons of life My colors are bright and paint everything around me My colors are dead and my broken bones soften the uneasiness your soles walk on There's beauty in death because it leaves room for birth I remain the same being but born to new habits They say you've changed but I still have the same name Planted in God's roots I rock on the red carpet with my dirty boots Some of her rays of wisdom fall on me Giving spring to my perseverance and winter beauty to my branches My colors are a mirror of your grace p.s. I will leave behind poison like leaves falling from a tree...