Analysis of Regeneration

The bright red sun blisters my dreams
When I wake softly like a fragile flower unfolding for water to take to grow
Learn as my memories of flying high into the sky above the deep blue sea
Rivers rapid flowing watching emotions glowing like an entity showing
We now knowing animals playing or fighting winning or dying
Forever colliding and revolving evolving never tiring so follow
Mountains are what you see but upon pure white snow forming
Share the goodness when it's warming and rivers flow again to gentle paths of ancient cities standing not long ago
My heart belongs to the dreams that fill my soul but my body won't let me go alone so I'll ride a horse along until my destination is pure of essence and the owl knows at night to watch for wolves in the undergrowth

Soon I will find my end.