Where the earth's green
Beds with the loyal sky's blue
The verdant so lean and true
Nothing evident but a dream.
Where does art the sun
Steps in the usual run
Wherefore the moon
Does its rise by noon
Thoughts dance circles in frets.
They carried in turning current whirls
A storm-tossed sea fuss by the swirls
A day lay awake spurns rents.
The intricate fabric of life to unfurl
There, the deep woven threads awhirl
For a quick second to peer
Nothing to fear now but fear.
Yet Fortune's hour smile on me.
By fickle bounties of cruel deceit
An ever-changing principle to greet.
Misfortune sprouts worry sets me free.