The wheel turns and the lily rides it into the drowning, crushing river.
The heart burns and the soul bides it for the wounding stab it ever.
The tree grows and the birds rest in the tops of the highest branches,
The world turns, and the earth joins as it's people unite in dances.
The sky looks on and the stars smile on the sleeping, dreaming masses,
By and by Dawns’ golden bars tidal through the silver, gilded passes.
The time comes and the moments vanish as the plays, the days are wended,
The plums rot the traitor's banished and the sage, the age is ended.
To some one love, to another hate, in a lifetime, the right time is living,
The rain from above, the dew on the blade, though unspoken, the token is giving.
Now is the right time, Now is the ground work, the priceless, the lifeless inspire it,
The future a climb, The past's where the hounds lurk , the lesson, the present: acquire it.
-Samantha Frost
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