White Petals Fall
A Poem of Seasons
Embers bold in fire glow The wood grows tired in the coal The light goes out and turns to smoke The wind to carry it thither
White petals fall from holy trees Come forth from ashen greenery Fall fresh across the scenery And christen dead land with spring
A sprouting stump though cut before Reaches green to heavenβs shore Offering the fruit it bore Receiving sun and water
Leaves then old like fire grow The wind to carry thither Red leaves fall from holy trees And sleeps hinterland in winter
Very,very well crafted. Skilfully done.
Sir, this is extremely phenomenally beautiful.
I especially love this verse:
"White petals fall from holy trees
Come forth from ashen greenery
Fall fresh across the scenery
And christen dead land with spring."
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