September poem of the month:
Cycles of Change
Wild flowers bloom on a mountainside,
As icy waters on their tumbling ride,
Flow in haste to meet the sea,
On a cycle that will always be.
Cycles are in everyplace,
Even in our lives we face,
The fact that cycles often race,
With no regard to time and place.
So were born and grow up fast,
And now we're free to love at last.
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