I am awoken by the sun,
And feel fresh and new.
I stretch out my limbs,
Can it be that I grew?
I have my feet firmly,
Planted in the ground.
I’ll continue to flourish,
Without making a sound.
I can feel myself age,
My hair is thinning.
Perhaps it is time for
A new beginning.
No longer in my prime,
Fragile and bare.
I fall into winter’s sleep,
Only to awake in spring air.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 11:30 AM UTC
I am awoken by the sun,
And feel fresh and new.
I stretch out my limbs,
Can it be that I grew?
I have my feet firmly,
Planted in the ground.
I’ll continue to flourish,
Without making a sound.
I can feel myself age,
My hair is thinning.
Perhaps it is time for
A new beginning.
No longer in my prime,
Fragile and bare.
I fall into winter’s sleep,
Only to awake in spring air.
I am a proud Canadian. Many of my poems are centered around nature and the four seasons.