Sometimes the wind may blow Sometimes it may rain and snow Sometimes we won't reap what we sow but theres one thing we know nothing will stay the same we can count on the change in ways the waves push and pull the sand in layers of lines in each of hands in phases of moon, seasons of earth in perception of time, death and birth from crystal to droplet to vapor The pigments of leaves poetry paper In ways the seed becomes the fruit In ways the body heals the wounds In ways snake sheds its suit in ways mother nurtures womb from fire to ashes to ashes to dust from broken to unshakable trust Somethings grow Somethings glow Somethings go way below Somethings try Somethings die Somethings fly in the sky  

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