True Self

My leaves have not fallen~
   I do not dare let them go

The rain must not touch them~
   Or else All will know

I .have painted them pretty~
   In hopes that someone would see

Although I am not perfect~
   I am a special kind of tree
         
                ~

The wind roars around me~
   The rain is beating down

My leaves are all falling~
   They are hitting the ground

I am so frightened~
   As the paint is washed away

My true colors Shine~
   I am really okay
          
              ~

I stand here in silence~
   The sun warms me so

The gentle breeze soothes me~
   This is when I begin to know

These roots must be nourished~
   My limbs must be pruned

It has been much too long~
   Since this tree has fully bloomed