Little droplets of bluish green went up into the azure beyond

Small bright leaflets ecstatically joined their path.

The heady scent of the earth intoxicated my nostrils

As they quickly made their way up into the skies.

The rivulets and the lakes moved backwards,

In an eager surge to begin at the beginning.

The flakes of frozen snow, the pelting globules of hail

The ravaging winds, all stopped mid path in their journey,

Some of them on a path of destruction, some just in the mirage of it.

They made their way back to where they came from

And waited.

For that little finger to lift and say, Stop. Forget. Let it all begin. Again.

Two stray tears crept slowly back home

To find shelter under the dark hood from whence they came.

The lashes lapped them up in a fine welcome

And made them dry once again.

The blackening pupils faded out their intensity just a wee bit

As if to say, it is all forgotten and everything is new. Again.

The fingers that left a path of pain and bitterness

Slowly erased it out from the skin and beneath.

The shoulders that drooped and hunched

Cast away their despair and looked skywards again.

The dull fading luminaire on the shallow skin

Regained a bit of its sparkle. Again.

That little finger up beyond somewhere,

rose a tiny bit in a small gesture.

A sign from above that said,

Stop. Forget. Let it all begin. Again.