"His Change"
To be spun upon the wind
He was; as seed before spring.
But so lost as one afraid
To root; Covered under leaves.
Yet still this planet rolled
Once more; chased the orb of fire.
And then again to roll
And find; weary fool's reprieve.
The fiercest sun, gives light
That's hid; kept in darkest cloud.
Despair is quelled as winds
Change due; Winter's longer thaw.
A flower from wild fields
Gathered; Purple Hyacinth.
Bitter the cold, by touch
May warm; skin that's closer held.
Sincere in all our words
To tell; none was ever grieved.
Each drop of rain shall rise
Someday; Present past becomes.
His future won, will be
Not lost; Carried to her arms.
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