Poetry Directory

The Dance Of Life

Through the

Eons of time,

The stars will shine

Without reason or rhyme,

The moon will answer

The wolf’s lonely cry,

Rising above the hills

Brightening the dark sky.

The winds will blow

Gentle and warm,

The clouds will rise

Before the coming storm,

The rains will fall

Hard and fast,

Denying the heat

Of summers past.

The rivers will run

Fast and cold,

Burying the secrets

Of the old,

Daffodils will bloom

Without a caring hand,

 Bright among the hills

Yellow among the land.

Seasons will come

And they will go,

Turning little boys

Into men of old,

The dance of life

Will go on and on,

Following the rhythm,

Of man’s timeless song .

Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller

Web site copyrighted © 2005 by Lydia Warner Miller