Sometimes I wonder,
about rain and thunder,
snow and ice,
wheat and rice.
Then I remember,
sleek and slender,
the nature of reality,
and all that we see.
It’s but a phase of dimensions,
angled in tensions,
to form minds of oneness,
bring hope to the helpless.
Thus we remain,
forever contain,
the universe’s essence,
in our lowly presence.
And when one day
we step away,
we’ll turn to dust,
with stars we trust.
So when it comes,
total your sums,
and greet the end,
as an old friend.
Simply wonderful from beginning to end.
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Thank you for the kind sentiment, and for reading!
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