The Coming of Wisdom with Time

through leaves are many, the root is one:
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun:
Now I may wither into the truth.
- William Butler Yeats

This poem reminds me of the changing seasons. Manily the changing of seasons from fall to winter. I have noticed that as the leaves change and slowly fall off the trees and the flowers stop blooming and the snow falls then springtime comes and the never ending cycle repeats itself. As this never ending cycle continues to repeat itself and the years go swiftly by we as people becomes wiser- well most of us do anyway. I believe this poem symbolizes this growth of wisdom as the seasons change.