The Circle
To walk within the circle, to understand the circle,
to pause, as the Earth turns,revealing death on a grand scale,
to be reborn, refreshed in a new circle.
Where life bursts into view again.
It moves with our preceptions, around us,
bringing joy and sadness.
As each green leaf changes into a colored brittle fabric,
before turning brown, crumbling to dust in the palms of our hands
They'll follow the cold breath of Winter into the unknown
While we ponder on reasons for our own amusement,
trying to clairify our very existence within the circle,
before we turn to dust.
We too will travel into the unknown, carrying every memory,
that now becomes illusion lost in the shadow of time
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