Autumn poetry

Noble earth,
There she is, dancing in cycles to infinity...

Here we are, just hitching a ride,
And revolving around the sun...

Days, nights, seasons pass
As do we,
Rise, fall, live and die...

This dance is ours, we share this time
We evolve in cycles to infinity...

A new epoch begins,
yet what is our function,
are we really aware
That no secret remains as to our place in the universe...