Like glinting light upon the waves
that break beneath the summer skies;
like shadows quivering upon the grass
caressed by gentle autumn sighs.
Like snowflakes lingering upon the leaf
in woodland eaves on a winter day;
like dewdrops gleaming bright at dawn
till warmth of spring burns them away.
Such are our lives upon these lands,
upon these shores of shifting sands.
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