Moon Cycles


It is dark, moist
I feel myself growing taller
Until suddenly I break through
A gritty substance
Light! Sounds! Warmth.
That I lean towards
Moon cycles pass as I grow
I am now tall and strong
Leafy greens are my hair
Families now live in my branches
I watch as the little ones grow
And leave the nest
As moon cycles pass
My leaves are ruby red, citrine, instead of emerald
Falling instead of growing
The families have left
And I am beginning to slow
My fox friends are burrowing
Preparing for the cold
As moon cycles pass
Cold, ice, snow now occupy my branches
Cutting to my very core
The warmth begins to drain from
Me and ones greater than I prepare to take my place
Darkness replaces the light as moon cycles pass

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