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.