Waiting to Fall

I used to shine

Under the sun

I used to bloom

Under the moon

I stretched with a yawn

On a glorious july morn

I teased smaller trees

When stripping my leaves

I Stood tall and proud

Under rain filled clouds

And how I remember

Shivering in December

But I was so strong

And the years were long

Now I’m old and stark

With veins in my bark

I have grown thin

I creak much louder in wind

I no longer stand tall

I’m just waiting go fall

©JMN2021

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