As the trees aspire
We begin to tire
Another way the seasons came
Yet delivered all the same

Tides of change, crash on bay
Remain alone, not more to say
Scars atone, or maybe nay
But just as strange, begins the day

As the Sun appears and falls asleep
The darkness rushes to take the leap
The land has darken, though some may sleep
Our Beautiful moon makes a peep

From behind her mask, I sense a rush
A smile so soft, reveals her touch
The Moon removes her veil of clouds
For us to witness its beautiful pale blush

Wicks make bubbles, fuel to the flame
Some fun, some practice, some ritual,
Some pain
Soot blacken hands, Express what was desired
More seasons pass, more reasons left exspired