Change

Dawn unfolds, sun arcs, dusk falls into night,
humble seed to proud bloom to fecund earth,
sperm pricked egg to birth to breath to last rite,
life ever becomes in ceaseless rebirth.

What is permanent is impermanence.
All and everything above and below,
a riverís current in relentless transience,
is here today and away tomorrow.

Many cherished customs are no longer,
transformed by restless time to passing strange.
What does even the sunís future augur,
when existence must obey law of change?

So life into death and death into life
when endless metamorphosis is rife.

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