The tree has lasted many long years,
Seen his share of the forest's deer
Felt the pelting of a hearty rain
Been the perch for a lovely crane
He's turned from pink to vibrant green
Then to yellow, a painted scene
His leaves have fallen, he's covered white
Frozen stiff until daylight
A summer wakens leaves anew
Glittered sweetly by morning dew
This year though his leaves are sparse
As a result of a winter so harsh
Fragile and rickety becomes of he
A million lifetimes he's gotten to see
With each zephyr his old bones weep
He's ready to lay his final sleep
And so the old tree turns the richest gold
A finale quite grand and so bold