Toss Another Stone

Inspired by an article: "Radiation Rings Hint Universe Was Recycled Over And Over"

I feel the world breathe
in the turning tides
and the flow of seasons,
a newborn's first crying
and the last gasp of the dying,
souls starting over.
We inhale the exhale
of our ancestors
our predecessors,
we tread the same ground
as the grass returns
and the same sun burns,
as life gives way
to life,
like ripples in a pond
reaching, spreading outward
strong and wide
to every side
until they are again consumed,
brought back whence they came
where the happy heart sings,
recycled rings
in the breath
of the breathing Universe.