Summer day,
leaves, green and vibrant,
the morning dew drips off
serving the thirst of wild geraniums below.

Autumn comes,
and the leaves begin to wither and die,
spectators gather
to admire the beautiful colors.

Winter, the trees are barren,
the leaves have all fallen off,
and have been mulched
to fertilize the now frozen grass for next year.

Spring arrives,
the grass is green and healthy again,
and on fresh new leaves
the morning dew drips off
serving the thirst of wild geraniums below.

The cycle repeats.

We are transient like the leaves,
blowing in the wind,
and some day will fall
to allow another to have the chance to live.