Saturday, June 2, 2012

Natural law

There’s a natural law that seems to go
That every thing we think we know
The cards will turn and the seed will sew
And the day will end and the rain will snow

The corn that we had thought would grow
Withers into feed for crows
And the land we’d plowed into long neat rows
Turns to dust for the wind to blow

I wish that I was a day in spring
With new green fingers mixed in everything
And a heart that beats out with its merry strings
Or ripples water or flaps on wings

I wish that I could say to you
All the things I thought I knew

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