A New Tree

One day, surely

Rain will dry out,

and comes the time

for the new seedlings.

The old tree decays,

the former fruit follows.

There will be woe

for a time only.

New stem will rise,

Fresh flowers will bud,

Different joys will grow,

in the present field.

Days will pass,

Seasons will come.

Some things be missed

but a new tree still.