The Cycle

I watch death's beginning as it falls like gold rain from the heavens in the sway of the wind.

Come dance through the colors as they are kicked back up in whirlwinds which children believe they can control.

Come rejoice before the fast approaching night, before the doors are shut up tight.

Observe the creation of wonder in the bareness of crystalline slumber as the earth dreams of the rebirth in its awakening.

Though it dreams away there are still creatures at play that delight in frolicking over the blanket that was laid the night before.

For who could deny a gift such as this?

However, change comes again with budding jewels of fragrance and a flowing green sea.

Go through its waves, for you will find miracles.

For you will find rebirth.

Then all can relax in the rays of warm splendor where you will find peace to rest, before the cycle begins yet again.

Now here we are each to his own, some live in warmth some live in cold.

Where is it that you find your home?