The Sun burnt down the trees; the Wind scattered the dust
I recall now the past, of life just begun,
When my faith and my plight lay with earth, Wind and Sun.
The Sun warmed the earth; the Wind scattered his seed,
In the shade of the wood, I found all I should need.
I seasoned myself to this familiar surround,
To the perennial wealth of my feet in good ground.
Here I aspired and nurtured good hope,
And planted it sure 'tween sapling and oak.
Then out of thin air, the Heavens parted trust,
The Sun burnt down the trees; the Wind scattered the dust.
My protectors blew and shone each his own way,
And each blamed the other for Providence's decay.
I floundered quite helpless in this quagmire of spite,
Aimlessly floated 'tween Breeze and the Light.
On the point of a triangle, one edge cut away,
Though loyal to both, both only to he,
So pointless and adrift, I set sail on the sea,
Loyal to no man, not even to me.
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