Summer leaves, as green as it could ever be, shone off the ugly tree trunk as it sits its roots daily on the ground. Autumn leaves came along the news of shorter days and turned itself to red or yellow as the ugly tree trunk harshly abandoned its once beloved frond. The cold Autumn wind crashed against the tree, diminished the life of what used to be beautiful and gave it once more a chance to be loved and missed as it dies away into eternal darkness.
Very good imagery in your poem. Very descriptive and brought vivid images to my mind. Though you didn't speak directly of Ms.Hancock, there was a clear understanding on the topic. (Not just because the criteria was to write about Ms. Hancock)
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