Of all the talk
Politics and movement
This one rose
And that one fell
This group's cursed
While that group's lineage endures
All that talk-- it comes and goes.
There's nothing like a good spot
To stand and watch
The Earth rotate
The range and view
Only which you can approbate
To see the floating seeds
And gloating reeds
And the grey--the place of play,
The spot of the agreement
Between light and dark
That's made every single day.
Till comes concerns
Of schedules to come
A deep breath in
One last draw
Before you are drawn upon.