Recycling
Seasons come and go --
How ends the fillings?
Recycled we know:
rain back to the sky,
leaves to soil,
sandy runoff, particle
debris, for oysters to make
pearly luxuries --
snow on mountains
for short spell may stay
or a billion days may lay –
a store of time
in the icy clime
of glaciers,
and the earth
changes rotation;
sun, its incidence~
cooling and warming
inclination --
oceans where land,
land replacing sea --
doubtless, somehow
we will all meet again
when life
comes round
to eternity….
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