So what if all the leaves have left me?
I will still stand tall full of pride,
The cold winds blow past me
Mocking me of my fallen foliage.
I just need to rest for some time
Ruminate on the cold wintery night,
Come February I will blossom again
My yellow leaves freshly sprouting gain.
Ups and downs are a cyclical pattern
There’s no constant state in existence,
For if nature’s stocks can fall down
Doesn’t man also deserve downtime?