Seasons From A Tree's PoV

This heat is unbearable,
      standing in sweaty sheen
      soaked through sheets
      the air itself is wet

Come soon cool autumn,
this heat is unbearable,
     brisk mornings grow
     vivid orange and yellow
     and frost on my window

Come later chill winter,
I'll bear this heat longer,
     frozen ground and
     frozen hearts leave
     a tundra on existence.

Dear spring,
For you I will endure,
     green grass grows
     in between my toes
     I'll look around and smile