The Woods - A Small World

The Woods - A Small World
Painting and Poem by Dr. Abe V. Rotor

Woods in Autumn in acrylic, AVR c. 1998

Kissed by the sun to mellow,
Orange, red, and yellow;
Old and tired the leaves all bound,
Will soon fall to the ground.

They make the forest alive;
All kinds soon to arrive;
Under the trees in retreat,
Forms a carpet beneath.

The smell of death is around,
And rebirth without sound;
In the light and warmth of sun,
Touching the sleeping one.

It wakes up to the first rain
Pushing its way to gain
A place among creatures all -
Response to Nature's call.

The bridge of life and death is short,
Yet its link is like fort,
To preserve the generations
As they come and go forth. ~