The Cycle of Life

By Carla   

The story began in the middle
Why no beginning?
It's like a sparrow flying backwards to meet itself.
Nothing made sense of how the rainbow came before the rain.
The sun caressed the land
Melting ice caps filling rivers
That speak of words forgotten by you and me.

Why did the story end without a beginning?
Because the stillness of night can never last
And the beginning is part of the ending
And my cycle of life is now in the middle.

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Sometimes we realize that we are in the middle of our lives, and it can be very confusing.