LifeCycle:)

A maple tree
Simple with its design
Changing with every season
Like the life cycle of humans
It breathes in the heat of summer
The cold of winter
And the fresh air of fall
Standing there aging with the land
Like a child growing to an adult
The tree does not wilt like a flower
In a vase on your table
The tree simply exists
Its leaves soak up the sun
The roots deep in the soil
Hunting for a cool refreshing drink
It turns from a new green
To the color of a Bengal tiger
Then to the color of blood
Changing with every season
As if it were dying its hair
Any color that it pleases
But when the fall hits the roots
The tree stands up tall
Ready for a new color
A new life
Its leaves drift from the branches
To the pale green grass
In the crisp cold of winter
The tree covered in crystal
Leaves holding on for its life
As the cold kills its joy
Till it can grow its maple leaves
And continue on existing
In a land that can breathe
The heat of the summer
The new life in the fall
The cold of the winter