I sit in your courtyard
An ever-changing life- an ever-changing show,
Reminding you of all lives' constant flow.
In spring I don a colorful cloak
To brighten and cheer your days,
To show the beauty of life's ways.
In summer I turn a mass of green; lo,
A shelter for birds within,
And shade for Oaknollians below.
In fall new colors show
Tan and orange and brown.
Slowly, my leaves drift down.
In winter I stand and gaunt and bare,
Arms stretched out as though in prayer.
Like you, I need some time to rest.
But then spring comes again,
I waken, return to life refreshed.
God-blessed by sun and rain,
The cycle starts again.
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