True Colors

I'm watching the leaves fall around me.
Soon winter will come and pass.
Then, spring will come and wash away the pain.
The tree's will be given a fresh start,
A new chance to show their true colors.
They will be looked at in a new light.
I am like that tree,
But I am stuck in winter,
Lifeless and lonely as the snow falls around me.
My colors lie broken and dead on the ground,
Beneath the ice cold snow.
I am alone,
Waiting for the spring's sweet sunlight,
To clear the snow that bounds my colors to the ground.
So that I too may have a fresh start,
A new chance.
This time I will show them all what I can do.
But, this spring remains a hopeless dream.
As darkness settles in around me,
I'll have only my shadow as company.
Lying lifeless and alone,
My colors still weighted down by the cold, cold snow.





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