Leaves

I am an empty tree it is fall. I lost all my leaves to the frost.
My leaves looked once very pretty, I wore every color imaginable,
they all fell to the ground and it looked like a blanket.
Covering every inch of the ground.  
I feel cold and ugly, without my coat on.  Sometimes I have a leave on my branch,
that is still clinging, but the cold harsh winter wind and snow brings it down after a storm.
I can't wait till spring time, when I bud out again on every branch.

The seeds will fly then, and I'll be overjoyed. Sometimes I grow flowers and show my might,
what a beautiful site. What a beautiful dress I have on.
The flowers stay on for just a little while and then I change my mind and ware my green coat after all for the summer.
I will keep every body happy and cool, with fresh air.
Until fall arrives and my leaves change color again.