Through Spring Comes Fall Poem by Elliott Gilbert

I danced with the willow branch.
It accepted my thoughts and motions.
The branch did not say no to my query,
the branch did not protest my ideas.
It but sat and took what I had to give.
For there was no judgement in its stare,
it did not ridicule my ways of life.
Together we swayed, together we dipped,
together we spung, and together we did fly.
The experience was all unreal.
It was all anyone could ask for.
But sadly it was gone, and in my arms
the willow branch did die.
Its foliage withered away and was lifeless.
In that moment we traded names.
And as I sat in the frosty field
I knew life could not be wasted.
I could not hate myself
for not doing more than showing my appreciation.
For when I dance again,
the knowledge I have learned will
lead me to eternal bliss.
It might not be everything I hoped.
But it will be everything I could.
Then in the end it will be perfect.

I will dance with life.
So that in the end,
I couldn't possibly dance anymore.