On Deciduous Trees
When autumn winds begin their whispered call
The leaves of green turn golden as they slip
Into a cycle ancient, they soon rip
From every branch, and gently start to fall
Deciduous, they shed, graceful and tall
And sleep through winter’s glacial grappling grip
As spring revives them from their frozen trip
But in this rest, new life grows strong for all
Their wisdom lies in knowing when to part
Accepting change, as beauty fades away
The cycle translates the story retold
As every ending yields a brand new start
In their loss, there’s promise of a new day
From deciduous trees that bear the cold
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