Essence of the Soul

Ode to the flames that kiss the earth,
Moving slowly across the soils.
Scorched removing the signs of birth,
Gone forever as if toiled.

Awash in the annals of time,
Rebirth seems to be eternal.
Seeds give way to sublime,
Birthing within each kernel.

Each nurtured in the burning,
Sun bathed and in the rains renewed.
Life has ways of returning,
Over and over until a skewed.

Life seems so fiercely carnal,
Kissed once more as if loved.
Breath fills the lungs as if annulled,
Angelic souls touch it once more from above….