A Tree Through the Seasons

Ben Becker

In spring, the green leaves grow,

Tree branches sway to and fro,

And its beauty begins to show.

                                                                                                                                                                    In summer, the leaves have bloomed,

Its delicate branches are finely groomed,

And our eyes become consumed.

                                                                                                                                                                    In fall, the leaves turn brown,

Then it loses Nature’s gown,

When the leaves have fallen down.

                                                                                                                                                                    In winter, the tree seems dead,

When all it did was go to bed,

It’s just getting ready for what lies ahead.

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