Seasons

A seed was sown,
silent , nurtured and grew,
streching its arms towards the blue sky,
seeking and beseeching perfection and happiness,
the green leaves from it grow
only to turn to brown and wither away
a glimmer of the half extinguished flame
a drop of rain in the desert mind
across seasons and time ,
stands lush again ,
sunlight , rain and earth ,
so blighted was fate
and so the sun rise and so the sun set
there was spring and there was harsh winter
black creeps into my mind and heart
in that mystic dream
that fiery red dawn
into the empty night
my pride and hope is all that remain