SELF-CANNIBALISM

Seasons pass,
memories fade away.
While leaves seems to fall,
old thoughts dies off as
new ones arrive just in time-
for spring…
From the roots to the trunk
From the branch to the twig,
which dwells on a unity.
Pushed so far from the core.
Civilization appears unobtainable.
Ideas soon sprout,
a new generation melts back
into the ground.
To start a belief.
A perfect life.
A welcoming home to all.
But only after the summer is drilled down.
And the snow tries to slaughter,
this new life begins, as more
leaves fall down to unify as one.