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Life’s cycle

A tree has grown
Now it has its own crown
The birds are happy, they have a house
In the ground, there is a mouse


The birds didn’t want to leave
And the tree started to grieve
He wanted its crown back
But it started to crack


The leaves were falling
It’s roots were dying
It was not autumn
But the tree reached its bottom


The animals left after this,
Everything was amiss
No one is clever
Nothing is forever

— serena, Aug 12, 2026

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The poem sets out to trace a full arc, from a tree's flourishing to its decline, and that ambition to hold an entire life cycle in four short stanzas is clear in the structure. The progression is easy to follow: the crown and its inhabitants in the first stanza, the turn toward grief in the second, the physical decay in the third, and the departure and closing reflection in the fourth. That sense of movement gives the poem a spine.

The strongest moment comes in the third stanza, where "It was not autumn / But the tree reached its bottom" resists the obvious. By noting that the decline arrives out of season, the poem suggests something less expected than natural cycling, and that small resistance to the predictable is worth building on.

The rhyming is consistent, but in several places the rhyme seems to lead the meaning rather than the other way around. "In the ground, there is a mouse" arrives mainly to answer "house," and the mouse does not return or connect to anything, so it reads as filler. Choosing images that earn their place in the poem's argument, rather than their place in the rhyme scheme, would tighten the whole.

There is also a shift in how the tree is referred to: it is "it" in some lines and "he" in "He wanted its crown back." Settling on one would steady the tree as a figure, and if the personification is deliberate, leaning into it consistently could deepen the grief the second stanza reaches for.

The final line, "Nothing is forever," states the theme directly. The poem has already dramatized that idea through the falling leaves and dying roots, so the closing statement risks telling what the images have shown. Trusting the earlier concrete detail to carry the meaning, and ending on something more particular to this tree, would let the conclusion land with more weight.

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