Cycles Poem by Ovidd

i rest my being
its upward gaze
towards clouds that tease the sun,
wanting to uncover and expose
trees
their cover
expanding their girth
towards warmth
they blossom with expression
a regeneration not of self,
but of replacement

each step retracing
each day
watching its death
as glorious as red
yellow and blue may be
they fade and disappear
the same as all the gray

then
disintegrating into night
they mourn
'til morning's rebirth
reignites

i rest my being
its upward gaze
towards clouds that tease the sun