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.
