Cyclone

The first thing I feel is warmth
A calm breeze blowing
And the feeling of being renewed

Then a blazing heat rises
Almost unbearable
Burning me, parching my throat

Another change to cooler temperature
Chilly winds blow
Dry leaves whip my face

Then all is frozen
Too cold to sustain life
The world becomes white

Endlessly spinning
Birth, death and rebirth
The earth forever caught in a cyclone