Rebirth Poem by Blake Foxx

Silent lips blow a soft wind
into the ear of the earth.
Time decends down from the heavens,
taking flight and shaping the world.

One by one flowers willow
and die. Soft shells lieing dead in the grass.
A starving rose stands black,
its petals glorious with pain.

Softly a morning dew crawls down
the decaying plant, sprouting a seed.
The soft lips stop blowing,
Time stands end on end.

Slowly for the last time
a flower dies. But not for nothing
The rose seeps into the earth
and forests bloom again.