Saturday, June 4, 2011

Seasons

I want to roll with the thunder
And climb a wall of falling rain.
When the wind whispers I will answer
With a flash the seasons change.

I want to smell some summer flowers
And listen to the bluebirds sing.
Although each second feels like hours
Without a care there's no such thing.

I want to feel the wind rush past me
As I plummet towards the ground
Precipitating, falling freely,
Touching down without a sound.

I want to wallow in the darkness
When all of life seems at its end
Because I know its grandiose purpose
Is simply to begin again.

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