Poetry

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Trees salute in grand motif
Apart from one- curbside
Springtime; he had not one leaf
And many thought he'd died

His peers all casting shadows
Long before he studded jade
Limping on, unnoticed
Hidden well beneath their shade

Solar rays intensified
His SPF sunscreen
Thus, he began to freckle
Subtle hints of varied green

As summer days grew longer
- Time fell back an hours length
This little guy grew stronger
While the others lost their strength

‘Til jaundice fell among them
And a breezy wind disrobed
what once resembled stateliness
- stripped like Bible Job

He remained crowned at the top
Throughout the season- Autumn
His comrades- not so fortunate
Their crowns lay at their bottom

Soon, his jewels- like mood stone
Had, themselves, begun transforming
Vibrancy had morphed into
A hue- likened to boring

He mimicked, still, a noble palm
Erect and thinly clothed
Until the nip of winter hit
And just like that- he froze

But, Springtime came around again
And this time- he was ready
Ahead of those he once had trailed
Leader, now, to many.

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