Branches

I walked up the garden path

And took a look around 

I didn't see much greenery

And didn't hear a sound

I then remembered a fact

No idea how I forgot

It was November, almost winter

My walk was all for naught

The leaves were all gone

Fallen from the trees

All that was left were the branches

An omen of the coming freeze

I pondered on their intricacies

Why they grew in their way

How they were each so different

And yet looked the same each day

Some things always stay the same

Yet others can't help but change

I know these branches aren't forever

But I know if they didn't, it'd be strange