18 November 2012
Golden hued leaves fall graciously to the ground
All the little squirrels stop and turn transfixed to the sound
Pollen lost from the legs of bees coat the glistening floor
An attractive sight for all that might seek that nectar hoard
The pitter patter of rain that splatters entices many insects
The lethargic worm pokes out his burrowed home to inspect
Houses born then homes left Empty shells adorn the path
Spiders weave their fragile webs upon the blades of grass
As plants grow seeds are sown carried by the winds of change
A landscape altered seedlings sheltered ready for their cycle again
Daniel Hing 16.11.12
The Circle Of Lives • Opuss № I