life renewed

The quiet of the night weighed down,
The world grew still, there was no sound.
with aching heart she was so sad,
to be with them she would be glad.
There is no one, they are all dead.
but wait---I hear--
the rustle in the trees
leaves bouncing on the ground
moving with the breeze
the singing of the crickets now
the smell of cottonwood leaves
the richness of the deep dark earth
gives hope, sprouting seeds of rebirth.
when one dies off another is born
and so it goes on and on.
It is not the end
it all began with just one,
when the night weighted down and there was no sound upon the earth.