The CycleA Poem by Laura Kate
Gone are the days
Where the long grass grows When the morning dew glistens Upon the blankets of meadow. Gone are the days, When the cherry trees blossom, Where the leaves glow green, And time is forgotten. Gone are the days Where the daffodils grow, When the bees collect pollen, And the tulip seeds sow. Here are the days, Where the red leaves lie, With the twigs on the banks Until the rivers run dry. Here are the nights Where the blackbirds lie low, When the oak trees sleep soundly, And the foxes burrow. Here are the nights Long, cold and dark, Where we shelter for warmth And wait to re-start. We wait for these days, Which are long overdue, Where the silence is broken And the light shines through. We swim out from muggy waters, We see blue shine through the trees, We let ourselves be transformed In the lightness of the breeze.
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