As it was so shall it be for M'lady Emma

poem in rhyming quatrains

As it was so it shall be.

 

Beneath the trees the blossoms lie

in drifts as white as winter snow.

It saddens me to see them die

 although I know it must be so.

 

They serve their purpose then they go.

 Part of the life cycle of the tree.

Now is the time for fruit to grow.

With luck it will abundantly.

 

The fruit will ripen in the sun

but their time too is limited.

In Autumn when the summers done

 they will be gladly harvested

 

The trees will then shed all their leaves.

Preparing for their winter rest.

The earth is ready to receive

 the fallen leaves. It’s for the best.

 

They will decay and feed the tree.

Returning all the nutriments

nature recycles constantly

She has fulfilled her prime intent.

 

Providing seed which may take root

 allowing other trees to grow.

Which in their  turn will bear ripe fruit

as seasons come and seasons go.

 

Sunday, 16 May 2010

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