musings of a flighty teenager

moving on.

it's bittersweet to see
green fade to red as summer ends
an ex-life soon crushed underfoot
i am a tree
seasons change, but i still stand
shedding what i no longer can sustain
when warmth turns its back on me
cut me down, look at the bands
the rings that show my age
the branches that basked in endless suns
that burned out or burned too brightly
how can i gauge
which sun is right for me
when they all have helped to kill me
when they all have helped to keep me alive
i am a tree
each spot of green and yellow and red
memories of my suns
fresh and faded and fading
dear and disintegrating and dead
i am a tree
seasons change, but i still stand
my leaves are growing back
i hope my suns see