When I Grow Up, I Want to be a Tree
A tree
With beautiful, green leaves
Swaying
In a warm summer breeze
Limbs outstretched
Reaching for the clear, blue sky
I’m happy
The breeze turns cooler
And my beautiful, green leaves
Show their true colors
Vibrant reds
Oranges and yellows
Paint the landscape
I’m proud
The breeze turns cold
My beautiful leaves turn brown
And fall one by one
To the cold ground
Bare limbs appear as a skeleton
Against blue sky
I’m sad