by Melanie Goodwin
The morning sun
shines down upon
the aging tree.
In iredescent rays
large branches appear
one mass of green,
each leaf no different from another.
Then, in noon’s light,
the appendages take on other hues,
various shades of green, orange, and red
now apparent to the eye.
The mighty oak
stands proud and free,
each leaf unique, diverse.
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