Leaves

Twisting and falling,

Spiralling down,

Winter is coming,

The earth spins round.

Leaves turn to auburn,

Trees lose their bark,

Falling like copper,

Frozen and stark.

Winter arrives,

A frozen wasteland,

No tree shall thrive,

Still they stand grand.

Then a shoot springs,

Up from the ground,

With a triumphant ring,

New life is found.

Flowers are blooming,

Bright colours surround,

Summer is looming,

The world is spellbound.

The world keeps a turning,

Life goes on,

Leaves keep falling,

Ever moving along.

- Bella