I am strong and I am brave.
I do not shake and I do not wave.
My color is green and crazily bright.
Come Autumn I will be ready to fight.
I am surrounded and yet I am friendless.
The life I live is all but endless.
I can feel September and I can feel the chill.
The shaking begins against my will.
I am turning red and I am turning old.
There is no fight when it comes to the cold.
I am powerless and I am weak.
The air is crisp and my life is bleak.
I am breath and I am air.
I fall downwards and say a prayer.
‘Let me be May and let me be strong,
Let me feel right and let me feel wrong.
Hold me like I’m delicate and hold me like I’ll break,
Hold me like I’m meaningful in the morning’s wake.’
I am immobile and I am beat.
Let me crunch underneath your feet.