People say the beginning is an end
and the end is a beginning
but what about the things that continue,
day after day, they become new.
Like the breaking of the dawn
with the majesty of the sun
we can see the vision and the thought
of what the new day holds.
Like the setting of the sun,
with the glory of its departure,
the sky turns red with the beauty of mystery
a call on to the night and its light.
Like the cycle of birth and death,
as one comes, one leaf,
as one leaves one comes.
The mystery of procreation unknown to humans...
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
