By Josh   

Upon the tree I bloom
Green an young I am
Waving in the breeze an sunshine
Rain drops roll down my skin
Sunlight shines through me
Orange blemish forms an spreads through me
Winds pick up an tear me loose from my perch
I float on the breeze an flutter here an there
Coming down upon the grass
Laying there staring at blue sky's
I wait for my friends to join me for the season has ended.

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