Round and round the world turns,
Watching and feeling.
More and more the stories go,
Hoping for help and understanding.
Signs point clear,
But the mess keeps coming.
Broken limbs on a pine tree,
Needles scattered on the floor.
Some days it is easy,
Breathing in and out again.
Today I watch the window,
Over and pass, under again.
Today I wonder.
Tomorrow a wish.
Live in my world,
Nothing shatters a hope of eternity.
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