The Wood and The Trees
I see the trees,
Standing upright,tall.
They sway, they bend
the wind is shaking them....
Sometimes,
in a gentle kind of way.
Sometimes,
Rather quite roughly.
Like a wake up call......,
for a sleepy head.
All the while their branches.
Full of autumns,
Dying leaves.
Not wanting to....
Accept their fate,
Cling on.
The reality of
Change.
To fall and merge ,
Mix with the soil.
Let" Life's Cycle"
Begin again.
Giajl © Jim Love
27/10/12 11:20