The Speck Poem by Panda Broussard

How do you stop the sun from shinning,
How do you end the changing of the seasons?

Is it possible to control the tides from happening?
It does not matter what or how intense the reasons.

The answer will always remain the same.
When the Lord of it all is tired of the game.

Not a moment sooner, it will not cease.
Not a single second will time have peace.

It will continue on,
a morning, a night, an evening, a dawn.

Change will consistently come around,  
If it ended, nothing would be found.

To stop love that is real and bright,
Is asking the sun to never produce light.

It can not happen without deep pain,
And no matter what is done, a speck  of love will remain.