Death is a tree in its Autumn beauty,

Previous years a seed was sown,

Watered and nurtured until mature,

A spring of colourful leaves.

Shades of green differ in hue and

Tone as growth shines.

A summer sun, brightness, shades and tints,

A wonderful life.

The Autumn evening beckons,

The shadow of the land fades,

Age and time golden brown,

Weak and nimble growing backwards.

Winter is here, the dark day looms,

The grip of life too difficult to bear,

A gust of wind, a final breath.

Leaves to dust, The End