Her first was pale, a fragile green
she danced and spun with every breath
youth gave her energy and light
and asked for nothing in redress
Her second was dark, a velvet gown
it shimmered and shone, deep greens that glowed
she flowered for life, blushed with love
but knew her dance would soon be slowed
Her third dress, fragile, orange hued
Was worn but for a few brief days
her dance was done, long nights approached
her dress, lace threaded, was cast away
I have always liked the changing colours of trees through the seasons. In Shinto, kami manifests in nature and I find it easier to relate to that belief system than any other.