Fall:
My brittle leaves
are falling, each one,
with no warning.
My leaves are being stepped on,
*crunch*
is the noise I hear every morning.
Every leaf being crumpled reminds me
of my utter baldness approaching.
I am stiff and rotting like a human corpse,
my leaves are the flesh.
I will complain about this weather
until I have nothing left, 
bringing me closer to the cold winter night.
This season was made worse by
a boy, who looking love-struck, had inflicted pain on me.
The boy, with a knife, had carved the letters
“H+A”.
These letters
are like a tattoo on skin,
permanent.

Winter:
My roots are frozen and stiff in the cold ground,
no space for movement.
No Oak leaf is left on me now,
I am nothing but a skeleton.
I strike fear into the hearts
of any passerby in the forest
as my branches look like
they will reach out and grab them
with claw-like fingers.
My beautiful physique is gone.
A monster is what I’ve become.

Spring:
The early morning sun rises on the field of grass
and the smell of dew rises in the air.
The brisk nights are nothing but calm and euphoric.
I feel a tingling throughout my body,
as if my leaves are sprouting once again.
The weather has a toasty feel as the snow is receding.
I awake with more buds and less snow.
People stare at me with delight and remember
that the freezing cold winter is gone.

Summer:
My fellow seedlings have bloomed with felicity for the new season.
The sun is shining high,
with no cloud in sight.
My leaves are a vibrant, luscious green.
This season is my most favorite of all.
Human parents show their young children with enthusiasm-
for we add beauty to this natural forest-
what beautiful still giants we are.