"The Seasons Will Pass"

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky As they sway back and forth from morning til nigh.

I love to listen to their echoes in the wind Hear the creaks and the cracks of their limbs when they bend.

Rest in their shade on a hot summers day. Gaze at their leafs as the wind makes them sway.

My eyes see the beauty and my heart is succumbed To the gold and orange hues when Autumn has come.

I tread on the paths clothed with their leaves. Hear the crunch unde my feet yet this time is so brief.

For in a short time mighty winter arrives But no worry have I for the tree will survive.

Soon losing their cover and coated in white. Crystals will sparkle from their limbs through the night.

The season will pass and the trees will rebirth Rewriting their poems for us all here on earth.