Leaves changed from grasshopper greens to
yearning yellows and opulent oranges.
I changed from a fresh sapling to a mature tree-
18 year old to 21 year old me.
Summers turned into falls,
And I didn’t feel it passing at all.
Seasons changed and I grew.
Obstacles overcome, new friendships formed, and to myself I stayed true.
My leaves turned orange for three autumns.
I began to notice the raw beauty all around me
And the unexpected strength I held internally.
Now again, as summer turns to fall,
My roots have grown deep, and I am ready to stand tall on my own
To weather any storm that comes my way, I am ready for it all.
I have nostalgia for the sapling I once was
But I have since turned wise and am now a thriving tree.
Ready to be born new again, I’ll strut that stage in spring
and just like fall, my mood will be vibrant and everyone will see.
