The Clockwork Springs

Where, we wonder now, went

that spirit of benevolence

that surely inspired nature

to respect her own ancient pact

with the seasonal elements

assured by her majestic edict

that there is a time and a place

for everything and to each is

owed temporary advantage

eventually to be ceded to 

seasons whose time has come.

The wistful welcome each

allotted at their time of grace

ample regard in recognition of

timeless order of endless days.

The never-ending cycle of death

and birth, ruin and renewal as 

the Universe itself orders 

entropy, fusion, fission and being, 

dimensional and unseen, winding 

the clockwork springs of life.