The Simple Truth

Days pass like the falling leaves,

and lives pass like the stars,

while seeds of life like growing trees,

turn out to be what life decrees.

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Decisions made yet made before,

and brought about to be,

the blood that makes this simple core,

a beast to beg or yet to roar.

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The river–a drop to cut away,

and one to float then on,

and one to push the stone today,

and one to turn the sand to clay.