Four Seasons, One Life
Saw a tree with blooming hues of Iris on a merry day of spring.
It felt like the youth of a fine, young lad;
Who doesn't care what others think, just enjoys & has a fling.
But one day, these would just be some memories which the tree had.
Summer came with the rays from the ball of fire,
The tree's trunk got thicker & it did gain some height.
Squirrels resided while men took its shade as the temperatures went higher.
And the green child of nature stood there for day & night.
Then came the winds of change; it was the time of fall.
The tree's once bright leaves faded like a mortal's grey hair.
Around it were rustling leaves and its brothers, green & small.
Though the tree rings increased, it still continued cleaning the air.
Autumn gave way to winter when its branches were adorned with flakes,
And a blanket of white covered all other trees around.
The tree felt stillness as no hibernating creature was to wake,
It had no leaves that would rustle; so it was just the chilly wind that made a sound.
The cycle of seasons continued till a time came when the tree faded away,
At least it had played its roles of this life & had a satisfied end.
Even we arrive in this world like a tender sapling and then fade in a mysterious way,
Because all these things are inevitable & so is life, my dearest friend.
4/7/16
Copyright © The Moustached Bard | Year Posted 2016
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