Marc O'Brien Poet Rhyme

Days OF Arbor

Another spring 
Counting rings
No longer dark 
Dog days wait, for their bark
Signaling life has been in bloom  
And soon 
A beautiful reality will arrive 
You do not really die 
Glorious sunshine 
Photosynthesis dines 
Fed well 
From nature's magic spell 
Can't you tell?
Arbor figure matures 
Always sure 
About wilderness’ door 
No one ignores 
Relaxed, whistling tunes 
Branches dance and swoon 
Turning everything green 
Shade is an escape dream 
Then things turn 
Brown and burn 
Chilling breeze sighs 
Giving a ride 
To the foliage who occupy 
Twigs ready to say goodbye 


Fall scheduled to begin 
Giving the end 
A win 
Low temperatures chattering bite 
Haunting the cool night 
Crumbled leafs descend 
Crinkling no bend 
Completing their beauty rein 
Realizing it's just a plants game 
Meeting with the rake 
Realizing the bag is ready to take 
Them to the disposable bin 
No need to call a next of kin 
Since they will be shred
Rip and dead 
Until spring 
And another ring 
Appears 
Exclaiming the tree is here 
Giving a reason 
To celebrate each season 
Letting the seeds 
Do their deed 
And grow more trees

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Alison A Smith nee Howarth August 8, 2026 at 11:32 PM The life cycle of a leaf is interesting. When the leaves fall here we rake them in heaps and the Bush Turkey takes them for his nest. Yes his.... the male is in charge of looking after the eggs until they hatch, turning the mound of leaf litter to keep the correct temperature.🪺🌡