Mother Earth

The leaves change slow
then they fall for fall’s turn
to usher in change in chorus
with time but will return.

In the air there is a chill
as mother earth holds true
to the patterns she’s known
and stays on as if a virtue.

All who walk the surface
are subjects to the Queen
who turns cold, unforgiving,
and cruelly a little mean.

Ever moving forward we
concede to earth’s seasons.
We know time yields not
to anyone for any reason.

We can always rely on
seasons to come and go.
We can always rely on
that people can also do so.

Forgive we must the cruelty
of a rock in a universe black;
Forgive me must each other
for us all this world attacks.


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