Momentarily reminded of the transience of life
Change looks at me in the seen and unseen
In the seasons that bare themselves
Times that testify in light at day, darkness at night
One constant is permitted everywhere, that of change
Where a seed hesitantly wait for its seedling
A caterpillar sings the praises of a coming butterfly
The air expectantly awaits for deliverance of new lungs
A body decreased to increase in eternal sublime
A rearrangement as planetary bodies align to the light of the son
It is here that I find that the shadows cast in my path to be the light of the son
I then merely reflect the light that lighted everyone one
A myriad wait to come between me and that which sustains
When darkness slowly creeps over the land as day becomes night
The grave hands of a certain fellow will know that separation is impossible
Heights and depths of circumstances will not be able
I'll come out of it all when the son shines to a brighter day
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.