Cause of Fate

A drop of water spun from its cause Spilled into the ocean bewildered of its loss “Won’t you tell me what the angels sing? To forget sorrows and follies against the summer wind Through October’s fall, and winter’s squall Onto the sunken cause of my faith’s swale For, that which I draggle, I know naught And that which I serve, I can hardly pursue No more do I live, do I breathe wail Cause is my fate, my destiny’s avail I waltz through riven seasons, mingle softly to and fro I thunder down brumal days Onto the merry months of May, dreary days of frost and frore Through spring’s squall and summer’s drawl Never against nature’s boulevard”