Cycle of Life

In the morning light, I wake to the sound

Of birdsong outside my window, a joyful rebound

From the silence of the night before,

A reminder of the beauty that's in store.

I rise from my bed, stretching my limbs

And peering out the window, I see the whims

Of the breeze, playing with the leaves

And creating patterns that nobody perceives.

The world is alive, teeming with life, From the smallest bug to the largest strife That humankind has wrought upon this earth, A planet that's been here since its birth. But we forget that we're just a part, A small piece of the puzzle, a mere start In the grand scheme of things, a fleeting breath That comes and goes, like life and death. As I step outside, I feel the sun Warming my skin, its rays undone By the gentle breeze that cools me down, As if nature itself is smiling, not frown. The grass beneath my feet is lush and green, A carpet of life, a canvas unseen By those who hurry by without a glance, Unaware of the beauty in every chance. But I take my time, savoring each step, As if I'm walking on a treasure, a rep From the mundane, a reminder that life Is more than just strife, more than just strife. I come across a flower, delicate and fair, A symphony of colors, a melody to share With anyone who cares to stop and see, The beauty that's hidden, waiting to be free. Its petals open, as if to say, "Look at me, I'm here to stay, To remind you of the beauty that surrounds, Even in the darkest of hours, where hope abounds." And I feel a sense of peace and calm, As if the world is singing its psalm Of life and love, of hope and light, A symphony that's always in sight. But as the day wears on, I see The other side of life, the tragedy That's hidden in the shadows, waiting to pounce, Like a predator that's waiting to announce Its presence, its power, its might, As if to say, "You can't escape the night, You can't escape the pain, the fear, The darkness that's lurking, always near." And I see the tears in people's eyes, The sorrow and grief that nobody buys, The pain that's etched into their faces, A reminder that life is not all graces. But still, I see the hope that's there, The resilience that's beyond compare, The love that's stronger than any hate, The beauty that's never too late. And so I keep walking, through the day, Through the night, come what may, Taking in the world, as if it's a friend, A companion on this journey that has no end. For life is a gift, a precious one, A treasure that can't be undone, A mystery that's waiting to be explored, A journey that's never really bored. And so I walk, with a smile on my face, Knowing that life is not a race, But a journey that's meant to be savored, A story that's waiting to be favored. And as the day comes to an end, And the night falls like a friend, I know that tomorrow will bring, A new beginning, a fresh beginning.

For life is a cycle