The leaves will start from nothing,
The tree has
Bare branches
Showing through.
The buds will grow,
Then split.
The tree has leaves;
They’re fresh and new.
Till the autumn air falls like a cloak
Round the shoulders of the tree
The leaves will change their colours
Green to golden, you will see.
And then they’ll take
The leap down to
A place they’ve never been.
The crisp brown earth that’s underneath the tree that was once green.
Marian is a 12 year old who enjoys sketching, watching films with her family, and eating sushi. She is an avid reader and collector of notebooks that are too nice to use.
WOW!! What a brilliant poem/story--I can feel what's happening right along with your words. And I love your beautiful, thoughtful cat in the woods.