Green Cycles

In warm dark moisture a small life stirring growing upward into the light a young tree growing fed by sunshine rich moist soils and blowing breeze winds would bend it droughts would kill it broken limbs will scar it still it grows years quickly fleeing decades mere moments centuries passing growing high bite of iron by fire formed shaped by man an end to bring it’s life taken it’s form reshaped into beams for man to use a house built to become a home where families will live through passing time long years passing by people using becoming less valued till cast aside stands abandoned no longer wanted waiting for nature to reclaim tools of steel by men welded to reclaim what was once a tree shaped again by sharp edge tools that will redefine it to be reused artists with vision for now redefine it building a new with it to be used again once a seedling slowly growing seeking upward into the light shaped by weather and seasons passing and then by men a noble tree