The way the budding tree grows,
Every day, life sprouting from her limbs.
Fresh spring flowers awakening her majesty in ways unknown.
behold! The tree grows more fond of this world, and so she grows more beautiful.
She couldn't help but growing.

The summer breeze rolls in and brings that peaceful sway of the willow.
She brings peace to the grounds and a resting place for the weary soul.
The love that she feels surrounds her. despite her grounded, doubtful roots,
She couldn't help but loving.

Autumn made her glum,
Her limbs stiffened and shook in the chill.
She noticed her flawed leaves and how the people complained about them falling.
She couldn't help but falling.

The breeze in which she danced became bitter and cold,
And her leaves had all been ripped off by the harsh fall.
her roots felt heavier and sunk her down. Tired.
Her whole being finally tumbling to the ground.
She couldn't help but feeling tired.