And they taught us seasons are four!
Millennia kissed “The Soul”
Birthed and aging in fall
With each tick, her fall falls once more
Falling; falling goes the rain
Till eyes of heaven are left dry
For the sun; yearns a crowded sky
That promised a visit, yet keeps missing her train
Gambling winds blow; blow
Clocks sleep deep, and snore
Still ticks make no universe to explore
And only birth hearts of snow
Running and hiding, and where to hide?
Shelters of circling confusion!
Wisdom at the feet of illusion…
And Jesters still call it a pride!
Striving to keep her glory
Jesters raping her grace
Uprooting eyes from her face…
That’s Universal Knowledge, and this is how she foretells her story