I am

Vibrant.

Colorful.

Aged.

Changed from the

Uniform green of the

Young.

Fresh.

To an individual hue of

Me.

I am -b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l.

But my regular roost atop this

Budding new tree is no longer

Mine.

I must vacate.

So I drift to the ground and

Find myself being

Forgotten.

I belong on the

Toiling ground now among the

Others who have

Aged like myself.

We are...

I am...

Dead