The New
With
the cold of winter
Did many wither and fall
Slowly drying and dying
Listening to the evening call
Listless lifeless
for a season whole
Hiding from all glory
With no form or fruit to behold
As the suns rays straightened
And spring was announced
A little newness and life
A new hope did abound
New leaves new beginnings
No sign of the old!
New colors and fruits
Fresh beauty untold
All must rest unto death
And prepare for an emptying
For the new season to beckon
Patient hope is believing
Death leads to life
Just like a grain of wheat
Loss leads to gain
Just ask an oak tree
Let the old and droopy drop
Let the withered aged go
Be emptied and wait
Wait and Watch the new grow
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