Looking Through Stained Glass

The Process...
 


And thus the process starts and ends with me
I wake with the warmth of the new spring sun
And break through my covers damp and earthy
The first stages of life newly begun



Through summer I grow and
Bloom; recreating myself and
My brethren once more in the
Flight of birds and bees.



From autumn’s wings we land upon the ground
In winter’s cocoon I slumber once more
Then like the phoenix rise again in spring
And thus the process starts and ends with me



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