The Wardrobe Changes with the Seasons

"I'm not sure why every leaf must die,"

so said the cloud naively starting to cry...

his tears turned to ice and snow with a sigh

as he too disintegrated into the oneness of the sky

but we stood the test of time, for quite a while long

you, me and the tree, despite drab winter's uniformity

...there was a beauty in the waiting for all of us to see

as Spring came, dressing us once again, in resplendent finery