The moon has spun, Life abides. A common mold. A common sun. Birds on high, Worms below, Blind and dumb, Yet they greet, A common sun. A simple deed, Shadows run, But cannot hide, They ever strive, The simple need, To eat and breath And stay alive.
You've deviated from your norm here, Sy - I like it - It becomes you ... very nicely I might add.. You've grown into almost as wonderful a poet as you are an artist - or was that almost as wonderful an artist as you are a poet??? ... either or..