Fall above me!!

Up above you were in green,

All the way sprouting dream.

Then the wind struck you hard enough,

And it hurt you bad enough.

You began to turn oldish,

And even gold-ish.

Changing colors all around,

And giving up on the ground.

Even at the pinnacle of life,

You are the beauty of faith.

Showing us in bounty,

That change is lovely

In all its style.