Among Fallen Friends
As the harsh wind blows through, he hangs on tight.
His color has gone from green to a glorious red.
Glancing downwards he sees his comrades scattered
on the ground. Their color was a sickly shade of gray.
Determined not to fall with them, he holds on tighter.
A slow wind blows by and passes through his thin frame,
and he slowly loses grip.
A final freezing gust blows him skyward as be begins his descent towards the ground.
He settles softly on the grass,
where he will stay,
among fallen friends.
His color has gone from green to a glorious red.
Glancing downwards he sees his comrades scattered
on the ground. Their color was a sickly shade of gray.
Determined not to fall with them, he holds on tighter.
A slow wind blows by and passes through his thin frame,
and he slowly loses grip.
A final freezing gust blows him skyward as be begins his descent towards the ground.
He settles softly on the grass,
where he will stay,
among fallen friends.