Seasons Of The Tree Poem by Micron Jan

In spring, the tree wakes soft and green,
Round and round the seasons spin,
Buds reach up where light has been,
Leaves will dance and breezes sing.
A gentle wind hums through each leaf,
Roots run deep, and branches rise,
Life awakens, soft relief,
Birds trill high in open skies.

In summer, sunlit branches gleam,
Round and round the seasons spin,
Leaves like sails drift on a stream,
Leaves will dance and breezes sing.
Shadows cool the roots below,
Roots run deep, and branches rise,
Warmth and light make all things glow,
The crown shines bright beneath the skies.

In autumn, amber, gold, and red,
Round and round the seasons spin,
Leaves drift down where once they spread,
Leaves will dance and breezes sing.
Crisp winds swirl through every limb,
Roots run deep, and branches rise,
Sunlight softens, edges dim,
A fleeting blaze before night flies.

In winter, silver frost drapes all,
Round and round the seasons spin,
Silent whispers through branches call,
Leaves will dance and breezes sing.
Life sleeps deep in roots unseen,
Roots run deep, and branches rise,
Dreaming of the warmth to glean,
The tree stands calm beneath gray skies.