TO BE...continued Part 3
This Trip Around
TO BE CONTINUED PART 3
Gazing out over fields of clover, snow covered and trying to say
It’s Spring and I want to grow…why oh why all of this snow.
Snow says because it is the last of my time.
Seasons you know are simply sublime.
The earth speaks up and seconds a rest,
Time to regroup, cuddle and nest.
Melting and dripping the water replies,
seeking the creek to take the ultimate ride.
Down through the valley the river to join,
out to the ocean to be reborn.
Life is a cycle, a season, a spiral,
waiting on the next trip round the gyro.
Dipping and falling steady and slow,
the clover is covered by the cold wet snow.
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