Our moods wax and wane from thin crescent to full brightness
But we have a Darkside stone cold, black as night, hidden behind us
The course of our lives rise and fall like ocean tides as we circle months and years

We protest, riot, plead for causes and ask for money
Laws are past and mandatory training is put in place to change us to right thinking people
There no more change then light passing over our face

Caught in humanities’ gravity
We circle birth and death
Unaware of the whole of ourselves

The earth is our home
All that inhabit the earth are our family
We will glow like the sun giving and receiving empathetic warmth

Death is like winter
The ground lay hard as stone beneath a billowing blanket of snow
A north wind moans and blow bare limbs that scrap against shingles
Like a creature trying to get in

Sickness is like autumn
A burst of gold, orange and reds slowly fade to brown, falling to the ground
Helplessly they swirl about,
Until winter descends on them

Winter gives me peace
Autumn scares me.