RedRavenPoems

The spinning wheel, they cycle of life

Always a mystery. Always a delight.

It captures one’s imagination, entrances one’s soul.

As along for the ride one shall go.

An echo of times long since forgotten

Of lessons learned that pushed to the side

They return to us now, as a roaring tide.

The cycles of the world, of life and death

Of rebirth once more.

Look to the seasons and the way they change.

Look to the stars as they never stay the same.

Look to the sea and it’s rolling tides

And to the forests, where world’s unknown still hide.

The cycle still goes, it includes us all.

Gazing upon the spirals, one feels quite small.