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THE BALANCE I listen to the waves rushing ashore; the ebb and flow The rhythmic beating of life’s measured cadence Keeping pace with what must come and what must go Illuvial grounds preparing for a blessed nascence I watch as the sun arrives; lifting its light from the east We know nothing of our treasured reliance Reaping her nourishment, each day a new feast Yet taken for granted 'neath this unspoken alliance The wind blowing in from the north a harsh and stinging cold The solstice has lost its once grand appearance Long past its due, the season has now grown old Bidding the Equinox to come without interference Strongest are the many blessings now spoken from its mouth Hymns sung aloft now rain down its affluence Spring's warm soft breezes arrive from the south Giving praise to the passing season at its confluence The seasons have never forgotten their appointed course Each pushes past all unforeseen resistance We endure th...