Death had told meP.S.
The old tree would die
Die with the arrival of autumn
Leaf by leaf it would bleed
After being devoured
By the lively spring
Losing its leaves
With a colder dawn
Its branches dried up
With the wind spreading its essence
Of thirst, its roots agonized
After living an intense summer
The old tree cried silently
He cried when he saw the sun abandon him
He cries when he saw the sun settle down by the horizon
He cried when the moon colored him dark and dull
Death had told me
That everything born green and full of life
Turns gray, sad, and lonely
"Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay." - Robert Frost