VANISH WITH THE MORNING LIGHT

Like fleeting stars they dance in the night,
magical, ephemeral, flickering bright.

With the dawn's first light, they fade away,
here, then gone, with the morning's grace.

LEAFMOLD

Warm, pungent, earthy,
the forest breathes its ancient scent,
where decay and rain combine,
comforting yet sharp in essence.

Nostalgia whispers through the air,
a dreamy embrace of memories intertwined,
where time drifts in leafy layers,
echoing stories of ages past.

FINAL SUNRISE

A crimson glow on the horizon,
throbbing deep like blood's embrace,
the sun swells outward,
morning light engulfing all in its fiery grasp,
consumes everything to ash
in the final sunrise.

LIFE SPRINGS ANEW

From death, life springs forth,
worms feasting on decay's bounty.

Flowers bloom amidst ribs,
earth reclaiming and renewing.

All returns to the soil,
reborn in nature's eternal cycle.