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a poem I wrote for an english class

Change sweeps in Strength –
Youth switches her gown –
Grey – still waters to ripples - 
Breeze – no stopping – no sound

A Seed – a Field – then Harvest.
Finally become a Crop
New Seeds will proceed growing
This Wheel will never stop –

For now – the Present – is given
Milk It to Its bone
Tomorrow is as certain as a gamble -
A Sweep - may bring you Home.