Sure it's done
a way to be gone
smooth and easy
Nature delivers
at her own time
you take it easy
and go along with her
whims and fancies -
and it all passes quick
Time - Nature's servant -
will assist as much as he can
some deliberation
some things unexpected
a little dreariness
sudden blinding brightness
much silence and haste -
but you just sit still
and let it happen:
it'd be so smooth
you'll wonder
what the fuss
it was all about
she wraps you up like a puppy
allows a time when
you think you're sovereign
strokes you again
like a meek squirrel in her hands:
you'll love it, if you can find submission
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