Old Oak Trees

I grow old

oak trees of 150 years

come back to life

new green leaves

spreading out branches

I simply decay

just a bit at a time

new buds into bright

colored blooms

birds build their nests

I see less well

as clouds come

winds blow thoughts away

small animals proliferate

whistles blow birds coo

I lose strength

plowed fields get

planted greenery grows

without end without rain

mountains come to life

I less interested in sex

see so many things

arising from coupling

pistoles and stamen

bees carry nectar life

I read more and write

today brings sun

tomorrow rain

changes next season

I grow old

Comments: 3

John H. Jun 4, 2008, 5:18pm EDT

very nice

libramoon C. Jun 4, 2008, 5:33pm EDT

Yes, growing, aging, changing
no less than the trees, sheltering,
merging into the melody of life

poetrandy R. Jun 6, 2008, 6:38pm EDT

libramoon C. Thank you for that highly intelligent comment. I wish we (I) could get more comments like yours!