Children’s Poem: Leaves Lost and Hair Cuts

"Oh my!" said Crystal to the trees. "Why did you lose your leaves?! I love your locks of spanish moss. I like your auburn colors, pines and spurs! Now, tell me why. Why did you cut your hair?"

And so the trees replied: 

There's seasons we grow through. There's very few parts of our bodies we can leave behind. Change, dye bleach.
The leaves on the tree after they have fallen....how can I explain the release I feel? 
My auburn crimson and indigo tones have faded dull and thin. The crown I grew upon my head has faded with the winter wind. 
In times of grief and growing we lose our arboreal locks. 
I cut off my leaves in the winter and see new growth again spring. 
My leaves are pieces of me its true
Each leaf a photo and an elegy. 
I am not my leaves though. I leave  pieces of myself upon the muddy floor. They become one again with the ground. Those memories I have left. How can I explain the lightness I feel? 
I wake joyful. The sun shines on my short bright hair. 
I can never tell you- the joy that you may feel. When I let that weight go.  
I can not describe the pleasure that I feel pruning my leaves. 
So Tell me, Crystal... One day .. 
If you chose to cut your hair- 
If you two feel a oneness, newness and courage when you turn your face and turn your cares!