My branches are bare.
Then snow starts to melt
And spring's in the air.
Springtime is easy.
Green leaves start to grow.
They spring rain is followed
By the summer suns glow.
Summer is easy.
Just bask in the sun.
Then breezes blow cooler
And summer is done.
It's time for a change.
Green leaves turn colors,
But mine look all strange.
That isn't right.
And that's just all wrong.
My colors won't go
Where I think they belong.
My leaves should be fire,
All brilliant and bright.
And I try and try,
But they won't come out right.
And just when my patience
Begins to wear thin,
My leaves all fall off
And winter blows in.
Winter is easy.