The streaming sound of cicadas

Among the lovely trees

As August days turn dark

And the flowers call the bees.

The leaves feel the energy flowing

As they begin to bend to wind

Once purged from Mother branches

To the earth now engaged and pinned.

The awesome fluttering dragonflies

In an anxious state of bliss

Grasp their flowering fluid elixir

As a goodbye summer kiss.

Nature feels the change of seasons

As if called from deep below

The earth decides its future fate

When winter winds will blow.

As I watch in silent surrender

To the calling of all beings

A conscious scheduled cycle starts

My waning heart to sing.

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Jake the poet

I am that I am, a way shower, a light, leader of many who follow, a poet and a person who just cares about the plight of humanity.

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