Perpetual Motion

I have known many things in this life of mine

The beauty of the summer

The harsh nature of the winter

In all of it there exists a subtle ebb and flow

A careful set of moves played out by the ultimate composer

I speak not of gods or devils

Nor of any divine being at all

But the simple and unending hand of the universe

It has no emotion or thought

It does not hear nor see

It requires only movement without thought

An unending focus

And like the seasons

A perpetual march

Author's Note

Just something random whilst listening to some rather serene music from the soundtrack of the movie "The Last Samurai" very thought provoking and beautiful
:)

Reviews

[Helpless]

This is really good, is this your first piece? i really like the concept. very deep thoughts and a story within. :) nice!

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the many strong statement in the poem. Life teaches us to understand and accept more things with age. The cold of winter will come. Warm days of summer will re-birth life and energy. I like the complete poem. A very strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote