The Spiral
Ever fleeting, ever present
Can you feel it?
It is the movement of night to day,
The rebirth of spring to winter,
The continuation of the cycle of life
And yet change is also subtle,
Its deft hand ever present
working its way through the mortal maze
It is there when a person takes their first breath,
to their final
When flowers lift their weary heads
to herald the coming of spring
after the deathless slumber of winter,
And when you take your last breath
change will be there,
freeing you from the spiral that is life.
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