A little poem about the passage of time. When you finish, start the poem from the beginning, it keeps going. Infinite recursssion
The year now walks past in full gait.
The withered leaves upon the tree, they wait.
In time they fall, they drift, and land gently down below.
If only we were green once more, the world we would show!
But alas, have patience my tree and my friend, theres more!
We quicken our pace and reach the year!
It tells us of much, it tells us of more.
“There awaits many memories, and beautiful things!”
“So in this year, do bring more cheer!”
So with fire in heart, we run forward in zest.
Now beautifully green is my tree and my friend,
lush and lively, we see no end.
Gentle pink blossoms, they come forth and arise.
The petals sway sweetly as the wind gives them rise.
And just as was told, many memories are made and much beauty is seen.
And now, I know not why, my friend seems saddened and shy.
Undone becomes the dress of green, down below it lies.
But in its place a solemn smile blooms forth.
So with gentle fire in heart, we both move forth.
I look back and there, there I see the year.