Nov 08, 2008 09:32
Golden tree,
Why can't you be
This pretty all year 'round for me?
I love your vibrant,
Yellow hue.
There's nothing
Prettier
Than you.
Your leaves
Are special, little gems,
With glowing torso,
Fragile stems.
Why must you leap
When air grows cold?
Your beauty speaks,
Yet remains untold.
Mother Nature's artistry
Peaks,
And nears perfection.
But this acme
Won't last for too long.
The leaves bid farewell
Til their resurrection.