Circle Of Life

The moon is swallowed by the clouds
Autumn night, nothing moves
I catch sight of a little deer
Walking carefully through despair
Calling silently for its mum

Everything is covered in snow
Winter morn, white falls
Death lies upon the rotten leaves
Of wishes, words
And the forgotten autumn
With underneath a lifeless deer

As in springtime
Little green hands come up
From the frozen forest ground
Slowly melting and releasing
The sight of bones
Letting out the life it held

See in summer
How the flowers grow
Where once lay a deer
Little, innocent and alone
Hear now
How the birds spread their wings
And fly from the deerless flowerbed

Find a winter
Seek some springtime
A drop of summer
And an autumn dream
For it takes only four seasons
To return to the power of the earth
The circle of life