Cycles


Watch how the sun comes up and starts the day
Or how the sand is parted from the sea
The sun gives light to lead us on our way
Comes down again in sadness and with plea
The moon comes up and reigns with pompous pride
The leaves fall as the winter comes steady
The clouds float in the sky and there reside
See how the ground collects the dead in glee
What’s coming or whatever is to come
Came yesterday and years before you came
Each breath we take we sense the wretched scum
Of violent worthless groups we dare not name
The trees stand firm although their death awaits
Today we fear tomorrow, still it’s fate.

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