When the turning
of the Wheel
Happens,
There is always
A sort of
Death
That Occurs.
A Cycle that
Has been
Passed,
Which will,
Not in the
Exact Same
Way, ever
Come again.
Spring will
Come again,
but not the
Same Spring,
A year will
Have passed.
Some Seasons
Are more
Gradual,
Less dramatic,
Like Spring
to Summer,
Though Fall to
Winter, with
Brilliant colors
to stark bleakness
is shocking,
to say the least.
So,
the Wheel turns.
So,
Dragonfest gets
a new home.
So,
I get a new
Name.
We often cycle
Together,
or rather,
When we are
In harmony
We do.
