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.
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