Silence in the Trees

I am beckoned once again.
Trees trace my roots
along my path, forever obscured. 
Where will I end up this time ?

No true endings,
Just cycles of becoming.
Many times, the fool.
Learning life’s way.

This path continues
with one step to my next.
Truth sayer, then warrior,
Once mother, now child.

In fog to light,
the healer, martyr done.
Warrior, from tyrant
Hurt cynic, then sage.

Brought forth from within,
saving not destroying.
Opposites are required.
So, my wisdom must wait.

This cycle is complete.
So, I emerge anew,
Once more, the fool,
I leave the forest.