From buds, to flowers now to no more
The cold chill of winter showed it’s scorn
For the tree, once full of friends now lies
Dormant in it’s forever lonely state.
The tree watched all it’s friends disappear
Vanish into the wind or wither to the ground,
But they had so much fun in the spring and
in the summer, but when autumn came
The winter made it all grow dimmer.
Desolate through it’s dormant state
Hiding through slumber for time to waste
Taking no account for the days that were
For when will the spring come again?
When will the spring return?
The spring and summertime of the tree
Were memories the tree enjoyed the most
For the tree had little buds that blossomed
Into beautiful large flowers that in turn grew.
Yet as the summertime left along with spring
The tree noticed his friends slowly began to leave
One by one through different methods such as
The wind pushing them away or they withered.
The tree did not think much of this for its friends
Were loyal and would stick by the tree’s trunks.
Yet one windy day, with the clouds turning dark
The little tree noticed how the flowers fell
Whenever the wind pushed them they left
Leaving the little tree to have less of them.
The cold wind creates the limbs to shudder,
But the young tree does not understand why
Its friends are leaving when they were so happy
Why they have found somewhere better to go.