when we have shaped the moment to our need
the things we want will seem to be no gain
we know the tallest tree grows from a tiny seed
we live and fight and everyone will bleed
we know the limits of the body's pain
when we have shaped the moment to our need
each rides the land on a swift iron steed
the least effect will leave some giant stain
we know the tallest tree grows from a tiny seed
the bar of steel looks like a greyish reed
raising the limit does not make things plain
when we have shaped the moment to our need
we've reached the end and now we regret speed
the things we are we've never had to feign
we know the tallest tree grows from a tiny seed
the thought we find matters far more than deed
the greenest grass comes from the heavy rain
when we have shaped the moment to our need
we know the tallest tree grows from a tiny seed
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
11 April 2007
nothing remarkable
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