Little Leaf

Summer days make him weary, warm, and green
and the darkest nights engulf him
he's swallowed whole by starlight and moon shine

Fall comes to steal away his livelihood, (how mean!)
and his face turns a burnt orange
he takes notice of how far he is from the ground

Winter covers him with snow, so he lies unseen
his colors have faded away
and the weight of melting ice smothers him

Spring summons new life to flourish full swing
showering the land with purple
peacefully, last year's leaf makes room for the young