Seasonal Change Poem by Ima Ryma

With birth in early Spring I came
With many others clad in green.
And all of us did look the same,
Enjoying warmth in sunshine scene.
Then through the Summer I did grow
And loved to dance in gentle breeze.
With all around I came to know,
As a part of family trees.
In Autumn I felt myself change,
First to yellow and then to red.
And when I fell I felt so strange.
On the Winter ground I lay dead.

Although my life did seem so brief,
No regrets for this leaving leaf.