Changes Through Cycle

Watching the seasons pass year after year.

A crystal ear listening through my window,

Searching for sound and colorful vibrations,

Misses the beauty of collision around me.

The sweet chaos of organic destruction.

But a ray of sun emerges,

And falls upon the rich soil.

A little seed, spurting with life;

Takes roots, lives, then withers.

Winter, Spring,

Summer, and Fall,

And you still can't leave a message.

Nothing left...

For you to call

                                                               Just let me watch the seasons.