Awakening of a novel spirit
Eager to rise in supremacy and mass
Birth is the foundation beneath a jolted blend of expectations.
When the fire in the sky melts the carcasses of nature
And Mother Earth regains her ethological voice
Spring is here.
When blazing diamonds leak into the sea
And flourishing vines interweave essence and delight
Summer is here.
When swaying pressure overrides sweet warmth
And descending passions carry hues of dawning solitude.
Fall is here.
When bitter fragments engulf existence’s weak grip
And emptiness breathes for the late ruling sentiment
Winter is here.
The last light is lifted to exploration with fate
Fusing with the soil once a surface, now a home.
Corpses will perish all the same.