A Confectionery

And maybe when the seas all dry up And the trees shed all their leaves And when rain is no more joyous And when spring is no more welcome. And humans are no more humane Maybe then You will realise That not all of us Can leave a mark In this transient world But all of us Can build little homes In the hearts and minds Of those we love.

I gaze out at the horizon At the sun, sinking with with dignity. And my mind trails off To thoughts of thunder and lightening To the storm, that will mercilessly shred me And yet, fuel my very existence. But I wait, patiently For the fire will rise. It will rise again, with pride and honour And again I will burn. Burn, like my restless spark commands. Burn, like the phoenix, that will rise again.