The sun, the dawn-
All points of light.
The moon. The stars.
The fickle night.
Nothing is forever.
The sun arises every morn.
The dawn appears-and is gone
We remember how
The moon has shone.
But nothing is forever.
Whether a plate, a pot
A tree, a land.
A mountain, a river,
The sea, or man.
Changes are always at hand,
And nothing is forever.
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