Repetition: A poem inspired by the trees

03 Oct Repetition: A poem inspired by the trees

Repetition
by Sarah Steele

First buds of spring, small specks of green
Refresh the eyes and nose and soul
And never does the tree complain
Of starting again or losing control

Bright greens ignite, the eyes delight
While Vitamin D soaks through the veins
And never does the tree feel spite
For having to carry what soon will wane

Deep yellows and oranges, some purples and reds
Provide the crunch for autumn strolls
And never does the tree feel dread
At becoming less or changing roles

Bare bones against the winterscape
Engage the eyes with contrasts sharp
And never does the tree escape
To mourn the past, God’s law usurp

Each year the same four seasons come
And with them changes comparable
They grow, they green, they color on
They fall, they crunch, they bare become
And never does the tree succumb
To viewing life unbearable

You see, the repetition they
Embrace and undergo each year
Presents the annual buffet
To help these small vessels of clay
Accept their duties day-to-day
With hearts rejoicing, mission clear