Your green veins stand out against your skin
So fragile -
Your green juice within.
The wind blows hard
But you hold on tight
As your sisters flutter around you.
Raindrops nourish you,
You shade me from the glare
With your beauty as I stare
Towards the sky
Above you clouds sit
Like wooly hats above your head.
Still you remain all the days of the summer -
Then as you grow older
Somehow your veins change to golden hue.
No longer needed to shade the sun
You fly away -
Chasing your sisters into a mulch
And nourish the Earth's new growth.