no reason to cry

almost,

the tree says in a gentle

lean

and sway.

holding tightly

onto green

as summer comes

to a close.

i'm about ready,

she says,

to have them change,

for the leaves

to lose

their green.

i'll let them go,

and die. but before

that

let's have a colorful

display.

no need for tears,

there's no reason

to cry.