In spring ... Bright, strong and straight Filled with moisture Prominent veins on your skin Strong winds blow, you flutter Producing a dance show At night you are quiet No eyes to see
In summer ... Color slightly faded Wilted from the heat Crying out for rain Trying to hold on Nights are warm Stars pierce the night Illuminate your shape
In autumn ... Color transformed To red and orange Parched skin a translucent fabric Death is near Edges curling