Spring is sifting its way into winter
Day turns to night in the desert
The cold blooded races scamper
back to the safety of their dens
Soon the nocturnal instincts will win
as the temperature rises
80
90
100
Wildflowers
Cactus blooms
The poppies wait for the sun to warm their smiles
This wasteland has a beauty all its own
Busy in the rebirth that is on the horizon
and the struggle to survive continues
in the hope of anew
Once again the cunning and the strong
will endure and the week will fall prey
to this harsh land...
and its vicious cycle of death

kc08

(((kc)))

sending you hugs

"This wasteland has a beauty all its own
Busy in the rebirth that is on the horizon
and the struggle to survive continues
in the hope of anew"

(((kc)))

Life and living. Nice words.
Our endless endivers to sustain Will always remain.

thank you all for commenting

So that's what life is....the answer to the age old question.

no there are no answers just ends and new beginings
but the beauty is there if you choose to see it

An ever evolving circle ,,,, Life is incredible as the circle flows so does the soul from which the words flow,,,,,

There is much greatness in your heart and pure joy in your Soul,, sorrow and life yet within all Priceless,,,,

i like this one


S

You never disappoint me

your the first then......

thanks doll

the circle of life ... nice

it was so good that i pooted(and thats saying something)

thank you

Life is but a circle when one dies another is born. Where one river dries another one springs up it is never ending always renewing.

WOW KC I envisioned that desert scene where the fittest only survive. The cycle of life. Nice picture.

thank you wolf
its all about the cycle....