I’m not much of a poet, but every now and again the mood strikes me. Enjoy!

The Cycle

I am born in the heavens,

Formed from the elements.

Surrounded by others,

But I’m one of a kind.

My journey is gentle,

I land with a whisper.

I start out so pure,

But soon I am sullied.

I bring joy to the young,

And fear to the old.

I might be an angel,

Or a man made of snow.

My potential is endless,

But my time here is short.

Too soon the sun rises,

And I float in the mist.

I return to the heavens,

To start over.