Cycles

The darkness only lasts
Until the dawn,
Storm clouds are
Eventually split
By the heat of the sun.

The light in the tunnel
Isn’t always a train,
Even the driest deserts
Can be baptized by the rain

Searing hot
Summer sun sets
Into the cool comfort
Of the nighttime breeze,
Fallen fruits
Rot on the ground
Giving birth to mighty trees.

Pleasant or foul,
Neither will long last,
Time flows forever forward,
The future becoming the past.

12/9/18

This poem was originally published @ Free Verse Revolution

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