Circles

A final russet leaf which falls to the earth,

Blends in, like sand in the desert.

That single drop of rain which begins a storm

And fills the never-ending ocean.

The stream of sunlight in early morn,

Which fuses with the light in the room.

The fresh air that rushes in a whirlwind

And joins the air already surrounding you.

Everything, one and the same,

A circle of life, death and light.

We are all alike, you and me,

Recognise this circle, and live by it.