How Quickly

How quickly it all comes undone.
The order that we make.
The loving that can shake
the blues away.

Spinning, spinning,
weave a tapestry.
The energy of earth
and air, the beauty in
the fire of the sun.
The rain will come
and wash it all away.

When all is said and done
what can we really say
we have accomplished...?
Once everything we loved
has gone away.

How quickly it all comes
undone again...

? Michaelette ?

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