'Perennial' Cycle

How do you know
Year after year?
Did your mother
Nature's beckoning,
Call for a timely retreat?

The waning light of day
Into seemingly lifelessness,
Ever expanding void of night,
With its silent resolve.

Your perpetually seasonal shedding,
Of voice, and sense of touch,
Bringing splendor quietly crashing
To an unfeeling earthly grave,
Where loss is redundantly impressed.

Do you weep a silent protest?
Waving arms to defiant breath
As you loose your precious ones,
Forming the morbid blanket beneath.

Are there still shadows of sorrow,
As others delighted in your
Fiery rainbowed gasp for the
Last sigh before the attenuated
Stillness of stunted growth?

Perhaps there is solace in knowing,
Defeat becomes victory,
Night back into day,
Emptiness into fullness.

The brightened, warm awakening,
Renewal of your tireless youths
To bring forth the seeds
Of your past dreams,
Glorious days to be seen.

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