The reflection of history
on the lake of time
is a repetitive cycle of dark and light.
Every once in a while
a drop of change falls
to create ripples that reach the borders of humanity.
The greater good has no victory
nor loss, but constantly battles
its opponent to balance nature's way.
The war is fierce and fought in silence,
humanity only experiencing the shifts
of a game much larger than our comprehension.
Sometimes the drops turned to gallons
and we reached a new dawn
to find that time perseveres, but night returns.
Sometimes storms wreck and we barely survive
between wars and famines and pestilences....
But perhaps there will come someone
or something balancing nature at last,
setting dawn into eternity,
creating the last ripple in time.