Sway or Stand
Karrianne Carter

The bitter breath of Death approaching weaves silently through.
Quivering in fear as it passes,  the leaves sheepishly wave.
Trunks stand defiantly, branches silhouetted against the blue.
Now’s the time, they silently say; Be true, be brave!
Unified in envious green, we are  but simple souls.
Blending in shields us, blinds  us.
         But show your colors, your crimsons, your golds!    
         Death will take us all  eventually, our skin it seems will rust.