Nature finds a way to take our best
and make it so we have more to give
to make us weary and so bereaved of rest
but still move on from day to day and live
the clouds may swaddle us and block the sun
but don’t we also need to feel the rain
just as the light tells us the day begins
the darkened sky tells us to rest again.
we rise up from the ground when we are born
and lay down in the grass the day we die
like sheets of paper we are almost torn
from heaven and onto the Earth we pry
so that the day we loose our mortal form
our souls continue up into the sky.
Written October 22, 2012