Savior of Nature, Also My Own

Nature prevails when conflicts arise
The leaf must turn toward the sun
However rooted it may be, to show itself
And the leaves around it that it tries
Facing the sun as if it was a savior
And it is

Even as I am not rooted I find myself stationary
And through struggles of placement I am reactionary
Reaction lends itself to action
Which is thrust upon me as if the foundation of stability
Recognizing its instability
Crumbles downward to facilitate my demise
When it does I have no choice but to wait
I wait mindlessly as if I have no other choice

And then nature asks, "Why is the sun my savior?"
As a savior the sun gives no reply, even as its warmth
A carrier of hope and yet a killer of life
Is felt long after it has set
But nature becomes cold after the setting of the savior
As the warmth fades and its presence is forgotten
The leaf is left to turn in circles
Searching for a light that is not there

The night falls and with it my body
The cold created weakens me but stiffens me
Making me stronger against the winds of hell
Only after a nights waiting will I be rewarded with the return
However a passive return I am warm again
Although weaker and at the mercy of the winds of hell

And then nature asks, "Sun, why do you depart?"
As a savior the sun gives no reply, merely acting obediently
To the accusations of setting
The flowers fold as if to concede to their own misunderstanding
As the savior sets and all is still and cold

I lay frozen in the place that I've been rooted by the savior
And as incredulous as my mind has made me
With my faith leeching into the soil and plants nearby
Even as it sets, the sun knows that it will rise again