This bright world had
Enwrapped me in painful solitude.
I understood the leaves hurt
As the trees gave them up
And forced them over
the edge.
I was in the mix of the past
And did not focus
On my future, my own world.
I understood
Nature, but not,
Why the flowers mourn
The change of time as they
Fade away for another hundred days.
This bright world has
Enwrapped me in joyful solitude.
I understand the leaves as they
rustle and prepare for
The change of seasons.
I am in the mix of time
And space which has frozen,
Under the pull of this planet's
Raging atmosphere.
I understand nature, but not,
How these flowers sing with
The joys and love for
The arriving spring.
This bright world will
Enwrap me in simple solitude.
I will understand why the leaves
Change color and why they burn
With a brightness that cannot
Be comprehended.
I will be in the mix of
Telling stories around a campfire,
That will burn white and blue.
I will understand how flowers
Must die so their children can grow
In their place
And my view on nature
Will only blossom
With the lure of
Changing seasons.