Circle Of Life - Poem by Anastasija Bobileva
The leaves have turned from green to brown,
Those have fallen to the ground.
Some are orange and some are red,
Those still linger over head.
The air has turned from warm to chilled.
The harvest sets out in the field.
Soon the trees will be all bare.
The winter chill will soon be here.
The snow will fall and cover the land,
A beautiful white like ocean sand.
Nights grow long, days disapear.
But hope falls eternal spring is so near.
Flowers will bloom in the defrosted ground.
A scream renewal, rebirth will be found.
The summer burns the daylight bright.
Children play into the night.
Circle of seasons from dark into light,
Remind us forever of the circle of life.
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