Beneath the ancient tree, I stand,
Leaves whispering secrets through the wind,
Each flutter a tale of time unspanned,
A dance of life where edges blend.

In spring’s embrace, the buds unfold,
In hues of green, a promise bold,
The gentle rustle, a story told,
Of life reborn, of warmth retold.

Summer’s sun casts shadows long,
On leaves that dance to nature’s song,
In vibrant chorus, they belong,
A canopy where hearts grow strong.

As autumn’s breath turns green to gold,
The leaves, like memories, unfold,
In their descent, a truth behold,
The cycle ends, yet life takes hold.