The trees spring youth But their trunks are aged The daffodils are sweet From bitter bulbs The grass debates If life is worth it But deep sod always Drags scenery up The clouds congeal About a northern Setting sun Taking a tan Soon darkness Restores the chill Which gives life Its eternal thrill Are deity and eternity A singular force If time stops Who are we?
The Trees Spring Youth
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T. M. Shorewick 