I once was here, gracing the land.
I aged and fell, decay taking my hand.
You appeared by my side,
like a saint,
ready to give, ready to take.
You spread new life, recycling me.
I weaken by day,
you grow by night.
"Stay with me," I whisper,
charm sweeping over as I pass.
You garnish me with color
and a sense of class.
Your presents means I am no more,
my life is gone, it is now yours.
I gave you life and a place to be,
you add beauty to what is left of me.