Samsara

The trees are alight with the sparkle of Spring

Dancing in the twilight, inviting the chill -

For soon we will bathe in the light of the moon

Begotten of a sun long crested at noon -

In hues spread wide across the fading light

Find the brilliance of her endless sights -

In the sensual curves of rolling painted hills

In the misty spectre of standing stills -

Oh watch the birds silhouette in play

Coming and going - the eternal way -

Nested in the clouds with whom they sore

This you see, is the stuff of lore -

And ever-more has the world to give

Of swimming seas and sullen rainy days

And secrets lie where there're none who live

Into joyful cries at the end of days.

And it begins again!