• i sit at the window
    watching the sky,
    the birds

    across my face came a frown
    as one started to fall
    a screech i heard

    silence

    then i realize
    the world is dark
    all hopes, crash down

    what is started
    must end
    what was day
    turns to night

    the sun comes out
    yet it must rain

    in mist filled darkness
    there is a light
    even though all dies
    what dies
    helps grow another

    the ancient trees
    lose their green
    yet it grows back
    next spring

    night
    turns to day
    love and hope
    is born
    a new world

    what comes, leaves
    what leaves, comes
    a fresh start

    life