Written as part of NaPoWriMo Challenge 2013
The whole world sees she gives her life her all
Though every fibre of her heart still will
Stay hopeful that the universe won’t change.
But we know mountains shatter, rivers change
At every bend and trees that lived through all
Must crumble at the twists of Nature’s will.
As dust and grains of sand reform, she will
Collect the pains and wonders of each change,
And tell this ancient tale to one and all:
‘The cycle’s set. Don’t you see? All will change.’