The Cycle

 It always begins at birth
and ends at death.
The genesis of life seek
revelation in the grave.
If the eyes open to the bright sun
then the fiery nights call for a close.
Today, I walk atop the ground,
and below the skies.
One day, cold stiff under the earth,
I am told,
I will be up in the heavens
looking down to the land
where babies’ cries are heard, and
dirges are composed.