REBIRTH

Just how the leaves die out in the fire

more buds come a new.

Just as a tree dies during the cold dusk of

winter. I come back to life reborn again.

Just like the flowers in the garden I die easily from the

weather, but my seeds scatter with new flowers to

take my place.

I am yet the forest that never dies with the never

realization to be reborn yet again.

I am the circle of life.