The seasons change, as they always do
But somehow we don't understand
The old fades away like the dust
As we hold a newborns hand
The cycle unbroken throughout time
Of life and death and rebirth
These things we can't comprehend
Yet are as ephemeral as the earth
The night sky covers all that we see
As if up from the basement of time
But the darkness is part of the rhythm as well
Part of life's reason and rhyme
A crimson sky, now turning blue
As the new day takes hold once again
We think of those from long ago
As we hold the newborns hand
JBT 02/11/14
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