flowers never leave this place
winter's brush is just a taste
just a hint, a slight reminder
as flowers bloom which we can find a
beauty in as rain pours down
from the sky to where we're found
where we live here by the ocean
rolling in and out in motion
that keeps going on each day
no matter what it's here to stay
and we're held in its entraining
coming, going we remain in
our hearts and minds and souls
directionless or with firm goals
we are touched by forces greater
both right now and too much later
we are like the petals blown
from the trees right here at home
falling down where we become
part of earth where we're all one
living being as we change
from who we were to someone strange
someone new as atoms spin
every moment deep within