Circles and circles and circles again
The seasons chase each other with no beginning or end
Like a warm winter day or a cool summer night
The things we don't have are what bring us delight
Change remains an unchanging theme
Seems closed eyes see the best scenes
Memories forgotten and stories untold
Today will remain as children grow old
Dreams are the places we go all alone
Free of the world our bodies rest in at home
And though we will wake when morning comes
The earth spins in circles and we return to where we are from
Morning to night and green leaves to snow
Beginnings are ends to what we have known
Every leave falls but spring brings another
To hold the warmth for a season and lend shade to the summer
The best time of year are not seasons at all
But the places between winter and spring, summer and fall
The change reminds hope for something new
February's Frost is the same summer dew
All things that are dying will soon again grow
fields of life rest beneath blankets of snow
As a forest contains the clouds
Who's rain brings fresh sprout
So a bird holds the sun which brings the flowers about
Being is changing and changing is freeing
The sky moves through all that is breathing
Endings are beginnings and beginnings are ends
Circles and circles and circles again
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
Circles and circles and circles again
The seasons chase each other with no beginning or end
Like a warm winter day or a cool summer night
The things we don't have are what bring us delight
Change remains an unchanging theme
Seems closed eyes see the best scenes
Memories forgotten and stories untold
Today will remain as children grow old
Dreams are the places we go all alone
Free of the world our bodies rest in at home
And though we will wake when morning comes
The earth spins in circles and we return to where we are from
Morning to night and green leaves to snow
Beginnings are ends to what we have known
Every leave falls but spring brings another
To hold the warmth for a season and lend shade to the summer
The best time of year are not seasons at all
But the places between winter and spring, summer and fall
The change reminds hope for something new
February's Frost is the same summer dew
All things that are dying will soon again grow
fields of life rest beneath blankets of snow
As a forest contains the clouds
Who's rain brings fresh sprout
So a bird holds the sun which brings the flowers about
Being is changing and changing is freeing
The sky moves through all that is breathing
Endings are beginnings and beginnings are ends
Circles and circles and circles again