Fallen

Here I lie, fallen.

My beauty aged, gone in too short a time.

Frosted, withered and dry, my lifeblood gone.

Those bright fresh days of spring, a stranger now to me.

I emerged, like a butterfly.

Unfurling slowly, stretching, a bright vibrant green catching the light.

I had long glorious days.

The breeze gently cooling me, the sunshine warming me, the rain cleansing me.

 

Colder nights came, I shivered.

But then I glowed brightly, my colouring changing.

I felt alive.

The harsh wind came, the day's became shorter.

It was time for me to go.

I fell.

No more.

 

The tree that gave me life now must sleep.

Nature's earth re-claims me, my memories run deep.

J.E.Dye