and the elements- Swishing, Swaying, Laughing. Today stands bereft and lonely, The leaves yellow and browning, Tired, Shrivelled, Withered And fallen, Sans a few hanging on For dear life. They are there, For they share a bond With the tree. Soon it will be time For them to fall too, To go… And my heart is sad, despondent…
To see time take its toll .
But wait- What do I see? Along the length of the branches Are tiny buds, Hundreds of them,
Waiting for the right time,
Waiting for the right moment, Waiting for their turn, To open up, To spring forth, To bloom
And work their magic! To make the tree whole again , With fresh , shining , verdant
Leaves , bright and new , Filled with
Vigour, Life, And
Hope. Taking the tree From a cold, harsh winter To another blossoming spring, From darkness unto light, From death unto life. The Circle of Life – Timeless, Endless, Eternal.
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