The Trees Spring Youth

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?


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