Cycle of Nature
Orange, red, yellow.
Smell of a fire pit.
The musty ambiance of the air.
Everything is changing into,
The preparation of the change.
Songs of birds are heard less often.
The little critters scurry,
To their hidey holes of warmth.
Nature is getting ready for slumber.
Squirrels are seen burying their treasures.
Geese call in formation,
Of their travel to warmer spaces.
Everyone is getting ready.
The cycle is in transition.
It is time for nature to rest.
Preparing for the slumber,
Is the activity in action.
Nature has been created to know,
Everyone is in sync in what is to come.
The colours will soon fall from the trees,
To be food for the land, everything has a purpose.
I look at all this,
Feeling the power in the cycle.
Creator made beautiful things to see.
Clever in the logic of the order of things.
Change will come and I see it is beautiful.
The cold will come, with the dead all around.
After the period of rest,
Everything will rise from the slumber and breathe again.