Circles
Circles, circles always circles
time turning round and round
seasons come and seasons go
and the sky flows endlessly on.
From birth to death turning
circles, circles always circles
spiralling in blaze of colour
the pretty flowers live their cycle.
Relentless is mother nature
as all things she controls in
circles, circles always circles
just keep up with the flow.
A life starts while another ends
as the planets daily keep their cycle
and moon and sun bow to each other
circles, circles always circles.
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015
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