The dominance of green can be noticeable
With sparkles of colors of different shades
A beauty that is truly unbelievable
Imprinting a memory that never fades.

But will it still be after a storm blows in?
The wind and the trees, battling and fighting
In the harsh struggle, who would win?
Would elegance remain in the outcome arriving?

The clashing continues as trees fight on
BUt the powerful Wind crushes their souls
Alas, the fight ends, for one has won.
Helpless and feeble, the damaged tree falls.

Scattered, Ruptured by a brute,
Remnants of brilliance displaying misery.
What once was refreshing now cannot soothe
BUt who can flee from death’s reality