Done on canvas (10" × 12") 

Leaves soon leave the warmth of the tree

They wither away though they are set free

The tumbling leaves may turn over a new leaf

Yet without the tree they find no relief

We all need an anchor to feel free

A tree or friend or whatever it might be

When the colours in your life grow dim

When the chances of survival seem slim

When with adversity you cannot cope  

When there appears to be no hope

When your heart is weighed down with sorrow

Worry not for it will be better tomorrow

Reach out for that anchor you own

That tree grown from the seeds you had sown

A riot of colours green, gold and brown

Will lift up your spirits when you are down

Though the leaves drop down in autumn

Leave it alone for spring will soon come