In spring
It danced to the rain
It would swing
It would leap
It would play
With the wind

It rejoiced in the moonlight
It smiled in the sunlight
But it was  sailing on time

In autumn
It changed
Its skin sagged
And grew brown
It is lying on the ground
Displaced from its native home
forsaken, unsolicited
Only crawling
Rustling its pain
Waiting for immortality