Backtrack

Spinning around it's axis,

welcoming light and darkness.

The sphere of life, mother to all.

A demi-god.

Another day, another dawn.

All coming too soon.

Unprepared, unseen.

The gloom-ish horizon.

When it rains on a burning day,

when it snows as the flowers bloom,

As you pray in despair,

what do you hope for when you wake up?

A NEW dawn to start over?

or,

THAT dawn, to brace for the coming storm.

For better or for worse,

ADAPTING,

has always been mother natures,

crown jewel.