Oh Age, Save Me


On the winds of the summer

the cherry blossom did weep

it's season had passed,

it's fruitful flowers, now fallen

and scattered beneath the trees.


But fear not now, my humble wooded friend

for in the turning of the seasons

new growth, new love,

new hope,

it does portend.


And as your limbs may grow old

your bough it may soften

give into it now

for it is here, your most ripened 

and sweetest fruits

on your wizened old branches,

will flourish and blossom.


little Bear x


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