Cycle of Life

Tethered green leaves in Spring's grip
Rustle in the breeze, longing to slip
The prison they find at the end of their branch
Sparkling imagination whispers a chance

Flit away from the yoke that is your bane
Ride the wild wind that blows past your pain
Look not behind you at the scars you have left
No seedling or sapling to ever feel bereft

Once green and vibrant now turns dull and brown
Brittle little bodies that litter the ground
Stomped under foot and forgotten once more
The cycle of life will settle the score.....


RavenWolf
~2005~



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