I am awoken by the sun,
And feel fresh and new.
I stretch out my limbs,
Can it be that I grew?

I have my feet firmly,
Planted in the ground.
I’ll continue to flourish,
Without making a sound.

I can feel myself age,
My hair is thinning.
Perhaps it is time for
A new beginning.

No longer in my prime,
Fragile and bare.
I fall into winter’s sleep,
Only to awake in spring air.