The beautiful leaves gracefully flow
But sometimes they fall
You go where people want you to go
But then you don’t stand tall

The sun gives light
But it runs from the moon
You give hugs that are tight
But then they’ll make you sad soon

The wind you can’t see
but it's sporadically loud
You let your friend free
But their voice is still found

Flowers grow and extend
diminishing the weeds taunting
You find new friends
And done is the haunting