Cycle

Cycle

By Sonia Frances Stevens

The rain drops onto the ground

The water soaks through the dry ground.

It finds it way to the seeds underneath

Those were hidden from sight

Quenching their bodies with true delight

Expanding the reserves to start a new fight for life.

Pushing their presents up and into the light

Reaching to the sky with open leaves.

Making their mark, making a scene.

Joining with many for expanding their life

Flowering so they might produce a wonderful sight.

Knowing when they die that their mark was made

Leaving behind, new seed, new generations.

The seeds, which have fallen to ground

Letting the soil hide and keep them warm.

To start life’s cycles all over again.

Where they lay they are all in wait

Waiting for the next drops of rain.

To star life’s cycles all over again.

Now do you see what all our lives have to gain

No one is perfect, but there is much to be gained

In the life’s cycle, we all must remain

To see the beauty, which is around all of us, we have gained.

For without life, there is nothing to gain.

Do not let go,

You are a part of life’s great show. 

Copyright ©2006-2007 by Sonia F Stevens