Harmony

In the bivouac field of life's main All things are uncertain From the wide spread of the elms 'Til the motion of the films. A life's solemn swear Is not to let the tear Drop in vainless mortality Nor fall on cup of insanity. In the belfries of life Clangs of pains and joys unite Through out the coldness of the night By the reflections of the eyes. A chaotic world in vain full realms Announcing its awful psalms In myriad times it broke Divinity of peace if took. Time is fleeting Things are changing As the days that closeth at nights So the harmony within its heights..