I change my colors with the changing seasons.
I flip and turn at the slightest breeze.
There are millions just like me, around me,
but in winter - I will probably freeze.
Some have found shelter beside me,
but they always flew away.
Rains and rays have often kissed me,
but they too just didn't stay.
I can't tell when that wind will come
and rip me from my stem.
But I know that when I fall-
I'll be safe with you again.