Cycles

By noon, I am contemplating In the evening, I will do. Doing what must be done. By days end I am through. In night, I will surrender my mind. I will fall into the precincts of death. By morning, I am enlightened once more. Once again, I am granted breath. In spring, I will grow as a man. Gathering fuel for what is to be In summer, I burn with truth Too bright for fools to see. In fall, I gather once again. Biding time for the winter storm. Freezing the ignorant in the place Then I sleep, waiting for new life to form. When I am new, I disappear. Sometimes this is the role to play. I look slightly to see if I am needed. No today is not the day. I emerge more to show I care. My hope is needed once more I am there to pull you up. On my life I swore. Looking up to grab my hand. Looking me full in the face. Never forgotten, never worrying Never losing your place.