Long has been the voyage
Epochs noted
Multiple times along the way
Trails have become wide
Distinctively stained
With tears
Subjective notes of joy and sadness
Much better now
To close the eyes
And rest easy
Listening
To the flow
Of stronger life forms
Leave them to their current struggles
In a moment’s notice
They too will see
Their true value
And that greatness
Is not found externally
Or in the bondage of rage
Rather, in the selfless act of giving
Soon enough
Will be
The day of the crow
DAy oF ThE CRoW
