The sun rises up, we both lie awake,
We open our eyes, to see the lake,
Down by the shore, the water laps,
Between the stones, into the gaps.
We rise from our beds, a little sore,
The earth beneath us, is soft no more,
We stretch out our limbs, and look around,
The frost has arrived, and covered the ground.
I look at you, you look at me,
We stare intently, and what do we see?
A vision of beauty, a vision of life,
Is there a reason, for holding this knife?
It glints in the sun, its power embraced,
The moment now, is the worse that we’ve faced,
Who will move first? What will they do?
We both try to guess, neither has a clue.
We both look up, a sound from above,
There in the distance, a brilliant white dove,
The moment is forgotton, the truth untold,
The moral of this story, to you I behold.
I’ll let you know now, for your own piece of mind,
Troubles lie ahead, for the rest of Mankind,
Problems we solve, may yet reappear,
Solutions should be found, and then made clear.
Moments in history, have helped us today,
The answers they found, have shown us the way,
Let it not be, as your moments unfold,
Have riddles perfected, but left untold.
You’ve searched this story, you’ve sought in vain,
You’ve read the script, you’re going insane,
Life is a story, what does it say?
Moments change quickly, as time slips away.
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