A Seasonal Glance At Youth's Forest

Once, I beheld the spring-time trees and I
Marvelled at their colours: greens, browns, purples -
A festive trinity - adorned the leaves.
The showers came and went while the trees grew.

Then the sun slowly strengthened, adding a
Majestic lustre to the sheets so green.
Hot with optimism at the blossom-
Laden breeze, I awaited the next phase.

Those royal trees seemed agèd, with great beards
Of foliage fading to brown and grey.
The gradual chill whispered their newly
Earned wisdom, and I thought the journey done.

Frosty Jack had more to say however,
And ripped the leaves with barbs of ice and snow.
Those trees stand barren now and I would mourn,
But that I know it will be spring again.
It will be spring again.