Thursday, September 8, 2011

Seasons

I looked up and saw what had fallen upon us

In the changing of trees

The saturated colors of death

So many days we carried the heat

On the sweat beads of our backs

Waiting for wind’s relief

And so many steps I wanted to go back

To where I was before the seasons

Ran so quickly and left me behind

But the words of the wise lifted my arms

And pushed my heart in front

Leading blindly but forward

And now my tired eyes awaken

To how nature works its ways

And births something more beautiful than pain

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