Life’s Deciduous Dance
We live atop
Beneath
And beside a garden of love.
Leaves of life fall and renew,
The cycle dances with the wind,
Ever-changing,
Shedding old skins in preparation
For a different season of flowering.
The spring of love’s prosperity
Sprouts fresh and tender shoots anew
Reaching for light.
The summer of authenticity
Brings a fullness,
A canopy of abundance
Where shadows of joy are cast.
But familiarity of autumn reveals
Changes often unanticipated,
Where love’s truth reveals the season’s
Diverse authenticity
In hues of gold and crimson.
The leaves of our seasonal evolution fall.
Truth rests it guard.
In winter’s chill it rests,
Yet beneath the frost,
Roots of truth remain,
Love’s essence waiting to reclaim.
Authenticity of love and prosperity
Remain deciduous,
The dance of spring’s ebb and flow
Anticipates the world warming,
Reviving the sprouts of purpose,
Life’s integrity stronger for the season it has weathered.
Never still,
Ebbing and flowing life’s energy,
Finding new forms in its sequence of change,
The cycle of Life’s expectancy
Dancing with rebirth forever more.
Earlier in our earth, the planet was very rocky. But waves and rain and wind have always ground away at the hardened volcanic rock. Always from larger pieces to smaller particles until roots from plants could take hold in it. And it would hold water for a time.
When we "Improve" the landscape by covering it with concrete or black top, we stop that delicious deciduous process from occurring and rob the planet from nutrients it needs to feed us and all of the animal kingdom.
Ron