Cycles and Changes


We can view the entire universe as a never-ending recycling bin.
Chaining in the visuals of arrows, webs, and spins.
Around you, the air we breathe,
Which is shifted between animals and trees.
The seasons evolve through rotations tilted along the sun and earth.
Change transform you until the day you do, and before your birth.
Who would have thought a billion tiny tan grains,
would call themselves sand?
How have little vapor drops become the ocean, so vast and grand?
Little seeds become old blossomed trees.
We will all twine through the obstacles of life.
We will grow new leaves when old ones die.
We will fight against strong winds, harsh heat,
and hateful lumberjacks who will try to cut us down.
We will rise,grand and beautiful when the right time comes around.

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