Deep thoughts
Spring flowers bloom Bright and buoyant A sea of shimmering potential Then the unbridled sun Beats upon them like a drum Until they are withered dry And drooping down Faded colors, petals falling A return to soil as The seeds are calling To be carried into some Future spring. When you get disheartened Breaking down –Feel forgotten Know that the circle Always turns round again And the things that you lost You may soon come across As you complete This rotation Around the sun.