Saplings To Cedars

Fall and fade
Into the lake below
The dawn fades and brings a new day
For the state of mind
There's nothing that was the same
Rotted roots cant carry the weight
Fall into the sound
Cold water
Roots grow deep when planted by the stream
A work of art untouched by human hands
Enjoy this life while we can
Everything will burn and fade
Death sweeps the land and stays
Roots stay while the forest ablaze
Death of a seed eventually brings new life
But right now pain, toil and strife, striving for something never grasped
No one has ever said in memory of the trees lost
A time for everything
Come undone to be restitched
Eventually life begins again
No one notices the seedlings
When the first signs of life come up from the ground
A time for death and a time for life
A time for patience and a time for action
While preparing for the reaction
Torched trees will eventually give way to the new
But impatience means the roots won't go deep
The fragile seed will get swept away
A bloom denied by death
Scatter the seed and care for the rest
The roots need time to grow
To stand strong aginst the wind and rain
Trials give opportunity to grow
The sapling survives by unseen growth

About this poem

The seeds contained in pine cones are only opened up by the heat a forest fire brings. While this generation wants everything fast, this is a reminder to remember that growth is done unseen. It also takes an approach of "this life is all you have, enjoy it while you can" a theme running throught the biblical book of Ecclesiastes.

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Written on June 09, 2023

Submitted by mdyck.09 on June 20, 2023

1:08 min read

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Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,185
Words 227
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 35

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