In the glade there stands a willow tree
As sad as man, a casket yet to bear
Mourning, with its leaves lost to the sea
As they lift and drift to God knows where.
Spring brings life to every tree and flower
And autumn follows, a death march, anon
A blossom blooming, life for a few hours
And sleeping, dying, too soon it is gone.
Childish ear can hear where blossoms go
To a place that heaven's not far from
Until the season says it's time to grow
And, again, the buds and flowers come
Rounding out the year of life and death,
Seasons pass, and Nature draws its breath.

The Circle
by thelittletree