The tree's song

Fallen purple petals

drift onto the grass,

littering the ground like snow on a winter day.

Flowers degrade,

seeping into the grass, mush once more.

The tree's past purple

now showered in green

leaves, whispering in the wind.

As the sun hides,

leaves shed like a snake changing its skin,

the barren bones of the branches 

singing a song like a violin.

Sunlight shines onto the tree.

Its branches sprout, blooming green

leaves, musing at the sun, playing a song for me.

Flower buds twinkle from last night's dew,

lavender and violet colours coating the tree once more, 

as I sit with the fallen petals,

basking in the sunlight's galore.