Buried In Leaves

Buried in the leaves
Fallen
I hid my true colors
Still green and full of life
I breathed in perpetual
Spring
While shriveled cynicism
And morbid moribunds
Covered me with their decaying ways
Wonder I did
What the evergreen must
Think
When the air becomes
Thick
With the changing of the guard
Doubt surely
Must bleed through his
Bark
And drip on receding 
Roots
Eroding the faith
Once unwavering
In the love of his
Creator
Who promised the wind
Would one day come
And paint sky between the trees
So light could
Wake the fallen
​Buried in the leaves