Yesterday, you were lush and green.
Wind merely rustled your sturdy leaves.
Warmed by sun and nourished by gentle rain,
you stood tall and proud.
Time passes. Seasons change.
Supple green has given way to papery yellow.
Lacking strength to hold on tightly,
you become vulnerable to chilly winds
that grab handfuls of leaves and send them spiraling to earth.
Soon yellow will turn to brown, and your branches will be bare.
Hope lives in the knowledge that new growth will emerge
from the starkness of a winter tree,
and the circle of life will begin once more.