Mornings in the forest - disjointed

Even the strongest tree falls,
often so slowly you barely
notice as it greets each new
spring as if for the first time;
and in your dreams you imagine
it will stand forever, deep rooted,
eternal as the forces of nature.

To the tree,
it seems to matter not, for having
sown in fruitful abundance, then
nurtured from fragility to strength,
the circle is complete; dust returning to
dust, to sleep unburdened of worldly care.  

But oh, how this little sapling weeps,
watering the barren earth with her tears.
Questioning, ever questioning why
the inexorable march of time need
be so cruel, so unkind;
knowing the circle will never break,
no matter the broken heart.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

yes, the process (in human terms) is life's great challenge, but finally the heart can transcend itself and surrender to the heart of hearts, and give the word 'amen' its glorious meaning...which of us can throw the ball farther than we can see...beccy, i love the way you take everything in hand

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Wow, Exquisite language and imagery! You immediately involve your readers in the ritual of the past, and deep feeling of loss. Your presentation is exceptional.