Regeneration, Hibernation, Migration
Hibernation is a weird thing to think about.
How do they know when to wake.
The lights come back on after they go out.
How does the magma know when to quake.
Some things die, then they come back.
The sun and moon circle the sky,
Until they can’t return ‘cause their environment lacks,
Pulling and pushing the seas to make tides.
The dead passes through to go somewhere new,
Life does never really dies, it only renews-
Like the sun hanging at twilight-
-Filling the horizon with brand new hues
