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
Copyright © William Kofoed | Year Posted 2020
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