sping days

stillness, everything is still here.
quiet, only the birds can be heard.
ripples, the breeze moves the water
wind, moves the page i write on.
sun, shines bright and casts shadows.
the stillness ends.
the quit ends.
the ripples sieze.
the sun sets.
another day ends,
the night begins,
then the night ends.
another day begins,
we've gone full circle,
around again we go.