Life Cycle of a Leaf
Fresh spring green was I when first born
Upon a sunny late March morn
But a deeper emerald I became
Drenched by April’s pounding rain
All summer long I held my own
Granting reprieves with shadows thrown
For picnics I provided shade
Feeling such joy as children played
But bodies change as seasons pass
Now multi-hues I have amassed
Yellow, amber and crimson red
But I still hung as others fled
The nearby oak is now stripped bare
Upon the soil my mates lay there
Maple leaves too have joined the pile
And I’m the last to stay awhile
Many colors adorn below
Paths where fall hikers like to go
I’m in God’s hands; he holds the keys
But oh, dear Lord, here comes a breeze
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