In heated frenzy of swirling times
Peeling bells oft deafen chimes
In knotted string of life’s turns
Choking sighs the monster churns
As caravans inch the woven paths
Down the way few emerald swaths
Water and care for greener buds
Yanked in frenzied harsher thuds
Ageless dominions care two hoots
for trustful tender springy shoots
safe in the shadow of shady trees
Seek that nature’s harsh decrees
Wither and wilt of a promising morn
Whet the ethers, their vengeful scorn
Tattered strings frayed and worn
barely hold as weights are borne
Ahead! The horizons darken yet
to a travelers brow adding fret
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