Seasons

Grains fall from the heavens
And pitifully land on the earth beneath
Flowers bloom and rain shatters the grains'
Existence
The sun breeds more
And more
Until all our faces sting with the golden rays,
Finally our blooms have fallen and our
Hands are splintered with labor.
Then the cycle begins all
over again

we begin at our toes
still inside the shoes that which cover our feet
then we grow to our full foot
with a heel and an ankle,
then;
at that time
we learn;
we learn how to become
us