Eternal Truths
The earth, my friend, is very old.
Water is ice when it gets cold.
Like things that will always be,
an acorn grows into a tree.
A Red Ryder turns into rust,
as an old man turns to dust.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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