The Balance
a tree falls
a flower grows
a fire burns
a cool wind blows
a child is born
an old man goes
unto a place
where noone knows
the sun will set
in evening skies
as darkness falls
the moon shall rise
to be the master
of the tides
as each wave crashes
so it dies
people come
and people go
a neverending
ebb and flow
we're born so high
but die solo
and in between
is all we know
and on this day
I take a vow
I make a promise
here and now
to heed the call
of the ancient kings
to be at one
with everything
Copyright © Lynn Hinson | Year Posted 2007
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