Perennial Shape

Perennial Shape
 
I walk amongst you in the dead of winter,
I keep my shape in the spring of resurgence,
My lines blend with the heat of summer,
The fall will never bend my shield of what I am.
The ones that succumb to wit of nature,
I feel my strength through their weakness.
Never will I seek to change what has made me.
Nature has chosen to make me stay
When the coming of last breaths
Takes the ones I love
With them.
The agony of being present,
At the moment when fall brings death,
Has made me wish that what was given,
As a gift,
May be given back with grace.
Truth is that that the perennial shape,
Is the curse that never ends.