Who gives us every thing
Our own hands, just us
Is it something bigger
We are for a season
It does not last, gone
With the wind, or like
The frost that melts as
The sun warms the
Crystal earth, season
To season, day to day
The sun rises and sets
The moon comes full
With the dazzling array,
A field of stars, then morn
We are a blink and gone
All we have is to live
Faithfully this one brief
Moment, can we
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