Change
As the fog rises from the vale
Reaching upwards to the sky
And crickets sing their song
Thoughts leave the port and fly
Fly away thoughts to years gone by
When times were nostalgic
Great-granddaddy had hopes and dreams
Which became weighted with bricks
Placed in the raging streams and gone
Like winds flush the chaff
What were those hopes for the future
No thoughts of a spacecraft
As a golden ball breaks through clouds
An eerie gold radiance
The sun pierces the fog's hold on nature
Revealing change in cadence
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