just a simple tree

When fall strokes it's brush upon them, the leaves begin to die,to make sure the tree can stay alive, each must say goodbye.This coat of colors comfort the tree to ease what lies ahead,when cold winds try to fell it after all the leaves are dead.

Standing tall it holds each branch upwards toward the skyto brave those winter storms, sent from clouds on high.Having deep faith in nature, knows it soon will send the springand those sunny days for the birth of leaves it brings.

Older now, my mind is filled with great awe in the faith I seeand feel ashamed I had less faith than just a simple tree.Our lives are made of seasons and some will make us grieve,but if we just have faith, we will never be without our leaves.