Like Clockwork



The sun rises and sets

Like clockwork



The seasons come and go

As forecasted


Plants spring up then die to pop up once more

Like a well-tended garden

All we have to do

Is sit back, relax, and enjoy

Watching

The cycle spin around us

Like the planets circling the sun



Perhaps we work a little too hard to keep breathing

(An innate human skill)



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