Cyclic
Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter
A beautiful newness, radiant energy, and cooling before the splinter
Morning, Noon, Evening and Night
The sweet glory, the mid-day sun, a cooling sunset and dusk that's void of light
Birth, growth, decay, and death
Man enters, he lives, he withers, then he takes his last breath
Into and out, energy goes
A natural torus field is where it flows
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