The leaves grow
The leaves shiver
The leaves turn
Brown and wither.

As time goes
By...
I stand in
One place.
As time goes
By the breeze
becomes a
Strong wind.

Should I shatter??
Should I fall??
Should I just stand
Here and take it all?

I've grown old...
But I have not
Grown weak.

As time goes by...
The leaves become
Thick and green....
The sap of life
Runs deep.