Have we this truce for time immemorial
Methinks we both would become quite
Censorial; roasting the pig of our liking
Desire, years fold up sprigs of springly
New fire; rather let's see as oft as the
Sun, changes horizons, daylight saving
Re-done; come unto home when the
Magnet points North, gravity field's
Clover, find four pour us forth
Consider the signs of moss on the
Trees, finding the growth, from
Each other as breeze; seedlings we
Are abandoned to flight, consider
The stars with delays to their light
Roman Ryan 