Treeness

I don't know how to express what I think,

About your leaves in the mid Spring.

Everyone knows you want to be seen,

When in Summer, your leaves are a nice shade of green.

In Autumn, you stand up strong and tall,

But your leaves start to fall.

I don't know how I can stop crying,

When in Winter, all your leaves are dying.

You attract me with or without leaves,

It's incredible to see how you interweave.