Genesis

All we have is time;
The fleeting life of a flower,
Measured so by the hour.

All we have is genesis;
Eden's apple of the eye,
A rainbow serpent's time to die.

All we have is tradition;
A walkabout with no place in mind,
A remembrance of what's left behind.

All we have is spirit;
The fraternity of beings and lands,
The realisation of the hands.

All we have is now;
The selective thoughts of days past,
Wonderment at future's cast.

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