The baby tree buds pushing leaf,
like something almost being said,
it's time, my friend, to take the hint, to look ahead,
but greenness brings a kind of grief-
and so to that end a reverie
for what's soon to be
put to bed.
And is it that they're born again?
No, friend, April's blossoms they die too,
oh, and just like you, their yearly trick of looking new
will someday be, by nature's pen,
written deep in rings of grain,
that tell what came
and what's through.
But just to watch these castles thresh,
their thickness growing day by day,
it's as if they say last year is dead, but come what may,
the season's ripe to start afresh,
so close your eyes and make a wish,
then let the rest
have its way.
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