As seed turns to flower and blooms in the spring
Aromas waft scented upon the wing,
Of bees and birds and butterflies,
Till the petals fall and the flower dies.
Seeds fall upon the mulch of autumn.
Trees bend in the whistling winds that court them,
And the leaves blush in hews of red,
As they tumble lightly to their dewy bed.
The leaves lie sleeping in gentle decay,
Harvested by mould turning them into chalk and clay,
While seeds lie trapped in the frosted earth,
Awaiting the spring of a new a born birth.
A Baby Is Born
Cycles of Life
A baby was born this day, in a Bethlehem manger.
Three wise men following a star journeyed to see the stranger.
From heaven he came, to this humble earth,
When the virgin Mary, gave him birth.
And Leaves His Mark
Seeds of wisdom did he sow.
On barren ground they did flourish and grow,
For his words were harvested by the twelve apostles,
And guarded for posterity, like ancient fossils.
And Dies And Is Reborn
Upon a heathen’s cross he died.
Why have you forsaken me Lord, he cried.
But he rose again from the dead,
So doubting Thomas said.
From Dust To Dust
From ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
We metamorphose as all life must,
From state to state in mysterious form,
Shall all life itself transform.
The Beginning And The End