The Cycle of Life

Your release

Becomes my release.

Piece by peice

Complexities cease.

But then,

Anxieties arise

As we sumise,

And we feafully face

Deeds that take place.

Still,

The rain leaves a stain,

Oozes pain.

The sun burns the skin.

Once. Again.

But,

It's the cycle of life.

The strife grows rife.

Yet,

We stand rigid and strong.

While dancing with the birdsong.