Each year the trees all tell tales

Of how our lifespans carry on.

We cannot ignore the truth;

There will be a denouement.

When we arrive at the prime of life,

Our journey begins to decline.

Luscious greens in the summer breezes

Give way to autumn waving summer goodbye.

Our leaves turn many colors

As life begins to drain

And little by little, with every storm,

Our leaves fall with the rains.

By autumn’s end, no life can be

Detected by any means.

Skeletons of memories are all that are left.

Death shall befall even kings and queens.

Through the frost and ice of winter

Some of us hibernate.

Others, I am displeased to say,

Do not sleep, but, in the earth, decay.

But what is this I see?

The cold will come to an end!

Spring brings regeneration!

All is not lost, my friend.

For God has seen fit to show us,

Through the life cycle of trees,

That, although at times, we seem to die,

A newly formed bud will give birth to new dreams.