the passing stage

Refreshed by rain

Nature dons its intensified shades

Of rust and green

While drops of water gently dance

Upon the leaves

This silent symphony is

A blessing for the heart

Medicine for the soul

Burned by summer fires

And as rain gently falls

We are reminded that

Weather only ever lasts

For a while

And all fires and storms`

Eventually pass

Only to return again

Nature is this way

And so are we

All in flow

All seeking that sense

Of being refreshed

After the scouring out

Of fires burning

Speaking of our yearning

Some times running free

Sometimes caged

Yet still somehow still lovingly contained

Upon the passing stage

Of life

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