Poem by: Bekah Turney
I dance around in playful turning tides. You drip off petals, Like early morning dew, as the sun warms the earth. The wheel spins, Grasping tight what force cannot refuse. It's time for you to go- You fall to kiss the outstretched necks of grass. Sliding down its blade, slick, Cutting through like truth. It's time for you to go- Turning rhythms dance in tune with cycle's song, Soaking in the crumbled soil, Planting seeds of your own And in turn helping them to grow.