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The dark clouds gather together,
Eclipsing the brilliant blinding sun,
leaving a void,
but quickly filling it;
A crack, a rumble and
the stillness shatters, a cleansing
determined to wash away all the old,
leaving only the new,
All begins again.
Sea shells, resting softly on the shore,
Sand sifting with the drift and ebb of the sea.
Porcupines, lovers too sharp for
pace the world, searching the land
over; furtively seeking;
The sapling; standing tall on it’s
throne; the beheaded king felled.
The seed of insurrections sowed,
sprouting, thriving on the
miniscule pieces of light that
filter down from above.
Softly crying, gently rocking;
A mother and child whisper
secrets in the caressing surrounding
dark; a warmth that envelopes
both in its tender embrace.
Rushing, spinning, dancing, frantic,
it swirls around,
Lifting those burdens left by them that are gone.
Cataclysms falter and hearts pause;
All life stops to listen
to the music filling the silence,
replacing emptiness with joy;
solitude with vitality;
mere existence with pure life.