Life's Circle
She loves the cool green grass beneath her feet,
The summer sunshine above her head as well.
Wildflowers growing that smell so sweet
In the garden of life she does dwell.
In the fall, when the leaves do turn
Beautiful yellow, orange and red,
She can be seen watching the burn
Of an amazing sunset before retiring to bed.
Her toes have felt the icy snow melt
Between them on a cold winter morn.
Her breath seen on frozen air she's felt
While on her lips a bright smile is born.
Spring's first flowers, budding trees,
All strike her with excitement and awe.
Birds sing their praises, first buzzing bees.
She observes with wonder Nature's Law.
She is the Wood Nymph, a dryad true.
In Nature she worships, giving her heart.
Someday she'll cease to exist. On cue,
She'll return to the dirt, but never really depart.
For the cycle of life is a perfect circle
That no one and nothing can ever break.
And nature moves on through any obstacle,
Taking what it needs and giving back what it takes.
� Kathee Tschudy, September 7, 1997.
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