Cyclical

Things we've lost in the fire
The burning days of history
Those ashes now the ground
In which we plant seeds
The future turns over the flesh
We once shared between us
Stories unwritten
Words jumbled through the universe
Translated into all languages
The spirits if they indeed exist
Brought into being by beliefs
Granules tossed by science and faith
Brought over from under
By the sun and stars
Into the dawn with dew
Lives anew
Stories for this day
And another another another.