When rivers breech in winters storms
Old streams and courses reawaken
Betraying abandoned routes and gnarled roots
Of trees long overgrown.
In the cold countryside laid bare by the seasons
The rotten and forgotten fruits of autumn
Unfit for even the crows
Laid low for now
But some day to tower
Are the fragments that once more will flower.
Nature doesn't forget
That what once was can be again
But what comes again
Will not be forever.