There was a time, eons ago
when I was tiny, ready to grow.
First, I was a bud, hidden and brown
but ready to wear a bright green gown.
Not long after one could see
I was growing, breaking free
of my dark coat, ready to stun
and stretching out towards the sun.
I grew, my veins were clearly shown
wet of rain, even windblown
I was strong, healthy and lean
and my brand new skin was of bright green.
Summer sun, heat and shower,
no matter what’s the natures power
couldn’t break me or inflict sprain
I held on through smile and pain.
But suddenly, I didn’t know
my coat had lost it’s greenish glow.
without I ever had been said
it turned from green into a red.
I felt I got weaker by the day
like getting older no joke, no play.
I already saw my siblings fall
and I’m scared to hear my own last call.
It’s already hard holding on
through night and day until the dawn.
hosts thick coat has badly thinned
And I’ll be lost – a falling leave in autumn wind.
(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, October 2017)