The snow is softly falling down,
It forms a blanket on the ground,
Of blazing darkness that surrounds
The road that all life travels.

The trees are silent, branches bare,
An empty void is all they hear,
Yet seeds of life they all now share,
The thread of time unravels.

The rain now falls in strings of beads,
New life shall sprout from death-born seeds,
Wind whistles music through the reeds,
It plays a haunting song,

The budding life has just begun,
It's strengthened by the warming sun,
Streams long frozen now shall run,
The dark no longer strong.

The sun reaches its highest power,
The rain no longer meets the flowers,
The hazy heat forms blazing towers,
The clouds have left the skys.

Flowers wilt, devoid of rain,
The life-born heat is life's own bane,
Losses come from life's own gain,
The fall follows the rise.

The leaves begin to fade and die,
The golds and reds contrast the sky,
The trees shed their own leaves to try
To outlive frost's descent.

The calm is here before the storm,
Of silence this storm is and is born,
The earth begins its solemn mourn,
The cycle starts again.