Nature Poetry

Leaves

Buds in the spring,

Just starting to break.

Green fuzz on the branches,

On the trees by the lake.

In the summer they're open,

Green and bright.

The tree is full,

And it glistens in the light.

Reds and browns

Falling off the tree.

In the cool of fall,

With the buzzing of bees.

Gone in the winter.

The tree is bare.

It sleeps through the cold,

But the leaves are not there.

They will come again,

With the cycle of life.

Going through every year,

Through the hard times and strife.