I am

I am a tree,
I look up at the seasons turn and change
they look back at me,
and the world they rearrange

Summer it burns
my leaves, my bark
over me it runs
morning, afternoon ‘till dark

Fall it dies
yellow, orange then red
like one last sigh
Earth's blood is bled

Winter it buries
wind blows, snow falls
I cling onto memories
of sunny days, bird calls

Spring it blossoms
butterflies flutter, colors glow
life it glistens
as rain patters, plants grow

I am a tree,
no longer full of worry or reminders
I know that they will not forget me
life is here in my roots, I will endeavor...