Cycles - Even Heaven Cries

No, I wasn't trying to rhyme the whole time...just sort of going for flow...and a touch of form...

The heat will burn
And cold freeze…
The rain will come
And drought cease.

The flower will bloom
And grass wither…
The moon will rise
In sun’s shadow.

Match to the wood-
Spark to flame…
Flame burns to fire -
Fire to blaze.

Milk from the cow
Later goes sour…
Red apples on tree,
rotten and fallen.

People born to die –
Day to night…
We breath to prolong
Our painful lives.

Dew from an eye
Begins to well…
To water the world
When droplets swell.

Rises to the cloud –
Cloud to air…
Air carries to ground
the Divine tear.