Sunday coffee

Everything is
As it ought to be
Rivers run to the sea
Even if I forget to tell them
Birds sing and search for food
They prepare for winter without my instruction

Coal turns to diamond
Mud turns to stone
In the deeps, things always change
Just as others stay the same

I, too, shift and flow
A kaleidoscope of emotion against a still blue sky
Days come and go
But I remain
In the deeps, some things change
While others stay
Forever the same

dg

10/10/10

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