Her wildness started changing colour with the seasons...

Sitting upon rugged branches, wearing the colour of leaves and singing evergreen songs...

Had long turned into spirits of once upon a time!

Now she dances in the wind, paints with the sun and the rain... Changes garments... And accepts her wrinkles...

As she slowly withers and falls to the ground tired... And to be born anew...

How her stubborn heart had melted like sweetness with the changing times!

That somehow she loved herself being called deciduous...!