Seasons

When
you
touch
me

the seasons
change.
Little green
leaves fall
from the branches
of my trees

and are
replaced with
a breeze
blowing through
where they lived.

Birds perch
on my edges
for
a fleeting
moment

and then fly
away
as if they
were never
there to
begin.

The sun rises and
sets and as twi-
light
engulfs me
for a second

I know -
all
is well.