The Perfect Storm
I live in earth’s cycle of life and death;
life’s flow from morning to night;
constant change; sunrise to sunset;
spinning and returning to the light.
We think of life as a constant flow;
such thoughts, don’t make sense;
there’s so much that we don’t know;
most knowledge is just pretense.
Lives are energies; ebbing and flowing;
each giving new lives birth;
their cycle is for eternity growing;
rotating much like the earth.
Life and death are in constant balance;
day and night shall always be;
death becomes life’s shadowy valance;
the foretaste of eternity.
The world is divided by day and night;
where both continually reign;
half is in darkness; the other, in light;
the balance of life; the same.
While new life is born; another will die;
life ebbs and flows in season;
many are laughing while others cry;
all changes occur for a reason.
The creation of life is the perfect storm;
a wave of humanity washed ashore;
only God could make all things conform;
defeating evil’s endless war.
Monty 10/6/24. # 2,375