The tree grows in time
From stage to stage for the life prime
From the past of the seed sown,
To the present of the sprout rising on its own
In the shower of rain
For its birth from the soil sans pain
For the future of exuberance
For the life of forbearance.
Leaves from the past tenderness to the present sheen,
For the future-yellow to turn from lush-green,
For fall to mark the life for full living,
Giving scope to new leaf-bearing,
The annual trick of looking new
To shine in verdant hue.
The past of the buds in dreams
For the present of flowers in gleams
For their temporary game
In Time's power-ring to tame
With full glitters to welcome all creatures
As guests to swallow their treasures,
Gets a clarion-call in the future for their fall
For day-in and day-out life, a life all.
The past unripe turns the present ripe in service
For the future-mellow fruit for tactile bliss.
The tenderness of the baby in innocence
Shapes into the youth, beauty in excellence
In the flowering of charms, glittering.
The bees are busy love touring
In flowery bowers, full of youthful flutters
To echo their courting with duet twitters.
Time sees in its flow twinkles
Turns by fading away all over with wrinkles
All calling it old, as it is likely to fall.
All the time, that has stood tall
Changes in stages, Time is the witness
To vanquished life beyond guess.
Published
POETCRIT
Jan-Jun 2022 Vol. 35, No. 1
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