Through the Breath I Created

Trees,
the arms of the wind,
separate you and I,
carrying me.

I stick with you all year,
hanging on.
Except in Autumn,
then, I say goodbye.

I dance in the wind,
falling through the breath I created,
and as my body hits the ground,
I crumble.

My sacrifice is made willingly
and gently I become the earth,
I nourish future growth.
Awaiting all that blooms anew.