SEASONS

THE DANCE

Standing tall…

…dressed up in green

 

Leaves all a flutter…

…branches swaying in the breeze

 

Dancing to the music…

…of the birds chirping

 

Green turns to gold…

…breezes turn to chills

 

The beat picks up…

…leaves begin to fall

 

The dance becomes faster…

…falling to the ground

 

Brown becomes the color…

…of the bare branches

The music has stopped.

Winter is here!

 

Written by Marilyn Duncan – Buck

Copyright 2008