Soft, slow, icy as snow, it falls to the ground like a kiss.

Green, vibrant, lush, it springs from the earth with defiance.

Sparkling, clear, undulating, it whispers so loudly in silence.

Grey, gloomy, morose, it cradles the Earth in a humid embrace.

Grand, stately, towering above, it rules with a splinter and leaf.

Shaken, fallen, brown, it lies on cold concrete and dies.

Tall, marble, solid, this pillar, a symbol of eternity’s end.

Orange, golden, yellow like stars, it rains a million puddles of light.

 

Quiet, so quiet, alone in the world, it sits with a shiver and weeps.