Leaves of Memories

Buds are opening on a tree, Showing their colors of pale green. As sun and rain flow through their veins, They stretch their shape as with growing pains. The warmth of the summer brings forth maturity, A dark green color now dresses the tree. Regal and strong she bends with the sway, As she conquers the storms that come her way. The wind scatters her seed all over the ground, Her seedlings will be many when next year comes around. As nights become cooler, her true beauty unfolds, The green of her color is now beautiful gold. When winter overtakes her and shatters her leaves, Within each is lost precious memories. She now stands alone , this regal old tree, A testimony how life sometimes must be.