Canopy

These trees are old and cover my path
a canopy of leaves and branches
edging the schoolyard, the gate also covered

I hear children laughing, carefree play
running, chasing, catching balls
through the seasons the canopy changes, like me

Now, in summer, leaves are green and cool it is below
when Fall comes many colors adorn my way
and I tread on leaves of gold

Published in The Lark