round is the circle

lately, i haven't been able to tell which direction the wind is hitting.

the flame bounces in both directions

and the leaves to my branches are too heavy to move.

immobile, the tree waits for the sun

                  

     the sunflowers bow their heads in humble matrimony

     

     a marriage between oneself and the inevitable circle of life

     for better or worse love and understanding must remain

starving for the attention of Mr. Sun

but round goes the circle

                                         and patience prevails.

         

                     Love will come

        when     fear     subsides 

         once    hope     conquers 

            the    pain     the derives 

         from    love     and the

                     fear      of it.

and round goes the circle.