A place for everything to stand
And everything for a place to be
Like the bars on clock, an hour at a time
For two will always know to come after one
And the seasons follows, seeds before germination
Roots to the soil and the leaves to the heavens
A place for everything to stand
And everything for a place
To be in sequence, like the seasons
To be in sequence, like the seasons
If for the world was created as perfect
And time was exact, always to a "T"
If for nature’s freak in weather
Or otherwise in ways, or otherwise
Or otherwise in ways, or otherwise
Was not known, given as evidence
To show in light, a' winter was always with snow
To show in light, a' winter was always with snow
And some roots rather in choices made
Opt in avenues to be present above the soil
And some human nature goes against sway
A place for everything to stand
And everything for a place specified
Up close the wall of constant as seen steadfast
Are shifting with time, like the great walls
Of the glaciers, out in the poles steadily
Shifting blind to the eye of the impatience of man
Soon a new paradigm will surface to grace us
A place for everything, stand in, is change
Everything for a place and change is constant
we patiently await the new paradigm.
ReplyDeletebeautiful piece
Very nice and so fitting for this week's theme.
ReplyDeleteTurn, turn, turn!
ReplyDeleteI am not sure why but your poem was reminding how I keep telling everyone in the house that there is a place for everything in the kitchen and everything must be put into it's place. They just put it wherever it fits and it drives me crazy. Yes, they think change is constant in this kitchen, and I should just accept it. Aaargh
ReplyDeleteI guess the battle much go on, although someday I hope they will learn that there is a place for everything and everything in it's place.
Happy Theme Thursday. Thanks for playing this week.