Old Woods
/The woods about my house have now become of elder age
Some spreading branches bear no leaves, the season turns its page
Hollow trunks and broken limbs, just shadows of their prime
Drum majors, frozen in one place, to lead the march of Time
Just like the trees, my aging form, succumbs to gravity
And thoughts of melding with the wood are heard like silent plea
But there beside an Oak’s shed bark, a sapling’s roots took hold
New leafy arms reached skyward underneath the sunlight, bold
This cycle of birth, growth and death, not new unto my mind
Yet thoughts of leaving temporal realm, unsettling I find
So rich and full of beauty when the mire of life’s ignored
I simply wish that when I leave, my memories will be stored
Within my soul which streaks into the starry-nighted space
To see beyond life’s curtain as Time’s minions call the race
Exploding into everything, yet becoming all and one
I’ll melt into the universe, my tree of life now done.
By James Geehring
From: United States
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