Change of the Seasons

A interpretation of the changeing of the seasons.

I sat watching the trees move
The leaves alive with colors
I watched as they fell from the trees
Suspended in air
Soon the leaves will be scattered
Leaving the trees barren
The chill in the air signifies winter
The trees will change
As the first snow falls on the trees
Clinging like a soft white cold blanket
The cold air will pass over them
Making the tree look like fragile crystal
Afraid the wind will blow to hard
It will shatter into a million pieces
But spring will come
The trees will be reborn
With spring showers
Summer heat the cycle will begin again