Short poem- Good bye

The bud starts at the first of spring as it unravels to show a leaf. Staring at the flower so pretty attracting the birds and bees. To create a new life before the flower begins dying. But the leaf holds on long after its friend is gone. See's the sun and moon while weathering through the rain as others fall falls. but then the cold hand creeps through the breeze. What once was green now shows weathering. It chooses its colour from red, yellow, orange, and pink. It's expression of thought and feeling. But as fast as it found its way in life the wrinkles set in and it falls in the night. There on the ground, it rests with its friends under the white blanket of deaths cooling hands. As the day the snow melts and flows away to find the river of its friends again. A new life grows a new leaf turns green, the old gives way for a new beginning.