Poetry – Rebirths

Rebirths

Life is full of rebirths –

An endless cycle

Of rebirths.

Each a new start,

A new set of opportunities,

A further set of hopes.

Rebirths

Each day

As the eyes open

Into a new world

And we see it again

Reborn

From the oblivion.

Recreated

Out of our minds.

Rebirths

Each year

As the world

Is born again.

Green shoots

Thrust upwards

Into the strengthening light

To brighten

The dead

Skeletal brown.

Opher 26.12.2018

Sleep is the little death from which we are reincarnated anew each and every day – refreshed and revitalized.

Is it the same universe?

Who knows?

Each morning is a rebirth – a new set of opportunities.

Each year the sun ebbs and the leaves fall. The world becomes brown and dead. Skeletal trees raise their fingers into the sky on the horizon – reaching for warmth and light.

Out of the brown soil and twigs green shoots give hope for the resurrection of life.

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