In the richest soil, uprooted flourished trees of all shades of the seasons.

Sweeping colors of brown and green

Pink and yellow.

Beneath all the rich soil, laid deep-rooted

Withered and frail

Dull tree

Instead, it watched

As others were being played with by children

Supporting the littlest of nests and animals

And flaunting their vibrant leaves.

The withered tree soaked in awe, using the littlest of its strength to stand tall

But beneath its deep roots

It once held a memory of its own vibrant and sweeping colors.