phoenix

wings alight

tail of fire

soaring o'er the bloody mire

screaming flame

the world to maim

with death and pain

ever heard

the mighty bird

never lured

never trapped

journey though lands

never mapped

Treelight

the sunlight dapples

drifting through the wispy branches

that sway in the wind

and create a master piece

on the pine needle carpet

green and fresh,

the scent of spring

mixed with something

different

ancient, regal,

unknown yet always there

nature, at her best

seasons

summer comes, spring leaves

but it will return.

the heat comes, the spring breeze leaves

but it will return.

fall comes, summer leaves

but it will return.

colors come, the heat leaves

but it will return.

winter comes, fall leaves

but it will return.

snow comes, the grass dies

but it will return.

spring comes winter leaves

but it will return.

flowers come, snow leaves

but it will return.

new friends come, old ones leave

but they will not return.

new dreams come, old ones leave

but they will never return.