I.
Through night to day
the seasons change
the beauty gone returns
again.
How quickly time can
whither what never
shall return.
II.
Stone by stone
craft your home.
Your life is spent
to carve a tomb.
Every second
testimony to your days
all wasted it would seem.
III.
Are we online the beasts of nature
who wander through the fields?
How different we
from flowers and trees
that brighten up the wood?
No claws have we to fight our way
but tongues are stronger still.
No roots to hold us here in life
but constructs hold us fast.
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