They start small, barely branching out

Shy, unsure

They’re patient without a doubt

But seeing their siblings wake up

Encouraged, reaching

Arms, legs, limb they stretch

Sun is their goal

Like Icarus, gloating at high achievements

Tiny dancers in sync with one another

Untirelessly dancing night and day

Weather-pay no heed

Conjoined strength is all they need

Though they are mortal

Time brings in their mortal coil

Limbs and shapes give into the exhaustion

Painstakingly stills with caution

Wind they used to dance with ease

Is now part of their parting pleas

The system that was so bold and strong

Is now unloosening its swan song

The tiny dancers move once more

Gracefully falling to the Autumn floor