Cycle

Strength fills the void of weakness
Or props it up, so it may sup
At the table of life's bounty

Heart sings when head quits
Of life and the sun, or the answer to one
Of the questions regarding existence

Dance starts when walking stops
Scream at the pain, turn your face to the rain
And wash in the crystal clear moon

Sit on your hands or fill them with hers
Joyous return, from the loss or the yearn
Can keep track of more than you've got

The smell remains when blossom falls
Fields must be cleared he's gone as we feared
But look at the beauty he wrought

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