The Trees

Here is a poem I remember reading in high school. Well actually I only could recall that first line.Thanks, google.

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too.
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

How fitting, for this time of the year. I just love looking out and seeing the overlapping shades of the fuzzy trees. Various yellow greens, all so tender.

Going from a kind of grief in ancient rings to beginning afresh, afresh, afresh.