THE CYCLE


I stand, an Island in the sea,

The wind and waves they batter me.

I hear them as they seem to say,

Oh craggy rock,Todays the day.

And as I crumble,

Sink into deep.

The oceans depths will keep

Me safe in tidal undertow.

As in the melting earth I go,

To be reborn in Laval overflow.

Then volcanic afterbirth am I,

Tumbling from the ashen sky.

And where I fall I will stand and be

The mountain walking back to the sea.

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