Jealous Of The Green, I Envy Poem by eve Taylor

Green leaves wave contently,

hanging onto bending branches,

beautiful grace they sway,

they need not care,

for it is not a way of their day,

cause when season changes way,

their colors they will find,

reds and oranges,

and yellow,

seemingly a transition mellow,

thru expected time forges,

drying and dying and falling away,

gently to waiting ground,

sweetly then winter will come,

cover them over so they may fade,

away and forever gone,

faded like their shade.