blood cycle
#3 of poem fate
my blood runs red in to the riverbed. A sading sight of the cycle of life. As i walk i see a sight of fire light. long away but a glow to crave. For the neaer i get the more i hear. the cracking and poping of new life embrace. For a forest i found of tree's new birth to the earth. A beutifull sight of the cycle of life. Now i stray down the way. The wind stings my face and show's a way. A smell of pure delight. I find my self in a flower plain of sweet sight. A sound of pain distrubs my rest. As i gaze to the sound.I see a wolf of pure gray with patchs of shineing red upon it face. A rabbit lie dead in front of it way. So sad but so good in it ways in the cycle of life.