Trees of Time

Time
The only true measure of a tree.

Trees mark time
From the blossoms in the spring
To the lush leaves of summer
The vibrant hues of fall
And the silent sentinels of winter

Trees mark time
Through the seasons of the year
As each year passes and 
We mark our own time
From the spring of our youth
To the summer and the fall
Until we too become the silent sentinels

Yet by doing so, we make room
for another's spring
Filled with the raucous chorus
Of bright blossoms