Cycle of Life

The night was a deep
purple backdrop of velvet
humidity, sequined with stars
soon pale and unblinking
as below soft and gentle
shadows lingered, humped
grey forms nothing like
the fears of children's dreams.
Dawn sent her pink shafts
to illuminate the world 
to waken. As shadows
receded to hide till tomorrow
a vibration of trills
floated notes welcoming day
as robins and cardinals
acted their woodland crier
roles impelling creatures
of the forest to resume rituals
critical to life. That primal
urge to repeat original
survival instruction into
distant eternity and beyond.