Time passes, seasons change
churches built, buildings fall.
Acorns sprout, trees emerge,
living long, growing tall.

Day turns into endless darkness,
night encompasses one and all.
On the horizon, sunrise hovers,
moonbeams release their nightly enthrall.

Voices carry whispers in the wind,
ears attuned to each quiet vowel.
No more hiding, no more lying,
eyes are open, no need to pretend.