The world outside is melting
Into reds and yellow, and orange,
In the cycle of life and death,
Again,
After which will be reborn.

It is a magical metaphysical
World on which we live,
This sphere of fire and ice,
Full of organism and mineral,
The gamut of what is needed for life.

Ah, there is sadness,
When you see your world
Arise in flames,
But so is there beauty
As the planet sheds its skin,
And then begins the cycle again.

We are part,
And reflection of this home,
Giving to
And taking from,
In annual renewal
Among the stones.
Mother Earth in all her glory,
Nurtures and destroys,
At times with seeming indifference,
Such power does she enjoy.