Monday, October 26, 2009

Circle

A Full Moon shone at night,

Clouds draped around her light,

Wind howling a song of bliss,

Trees dancing not one will miss,

Leaves fall in no line at all,

A cool brush shelters like a wall,

A drop of rain begins a symphony,

A steady pour washes so skillfully,

Plants come alive and start to thrive,

Their roots plunge into dirt in a dive,

Enriched soil that feeds many needs,

Minerals of life with righteous deeds,

A sparkling grass clothes the ground,

Green is it's color of fruitful mound,

The bark is now soaked it shudders soft spoke,

The wind slowly lessens gradual essence,

Rain is diminished it's task finally finished,

Families of clouds part to form a new start,

A Full Moon returns home for the Sun will rise soon

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